Death of a Goldfish

Cherry

By Noo

Fri, 26 Jun 2015
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You feel the death of a fish;
In the pond,
The quiet time beforehand
The floating
And drifting

The skew-whiff swimming
The deadpan eyes
Beseeching now

Let nature take its course
Wait;
It’ll recover or it won’t
But we’re not used to waiting
We want resolution
Immediacy,
Die/Don’t die
Just be quick about it

You can’t rush a goldfish though
It’ll die when it’s ready
It’ll linger
Golden-sad
In the green water
It’ll lurk in the lilies
Until it’s time

An inconvenience,
A slow and public death.

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Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

The smallness of death. like how you get us to empathise with the fish, I guess we shall all be that fish one day.

Submitted by Bee on

I like that you said you can't rush death, but we are not used to waiting. It's like, well if your gunna go, hurry up and get on with it - so true. I felt for the fish, too. And all of us.

Bee