Fish
Fish
She watches him swim
laps in the cool, clear water
Steady strokes, an even glide
knifes the lake and leaves a gentle wake
A blood red sun
paints the scene a blood red glow
But underneath its Russian tragedy
is gold
When she was five she had a fish
and witnessed a similar scene of leaving
The ignoble procession of bowl and brother across unpolished tiles
The flush of the toilet like the roar of some great and angry god
devouring its token sacrifice
This was the thing that told her
to never love another
She watches him swim
laps in the cool, clear water
Steady strokes, an even glide
Matching in rhyme and rhythm
The drum of her heart beating
Don't go don't go don't go
She watches him swim
laps in the cool, clear water
Steady strokes, an even glide
knifes the lake and leaves a gentle wake
A blood red sun
paints the scene a blood red glow
But underneath its Russian tragedy
is gold
When she was five she had a fish
and witnessed a similar scene of leaving
The ignoble procession of bowl and brother across unpolished tiles
The flush of the toilet like the roar of some great and angry god
devouring its token sacrifice
This was the thing that told her
to never love another
She watches him swim
laps in the cool, clear water
Steady strokes, an even glide
Matching in rhyme and rhythm
The drum of her heart beating
Don't go don't go don't go