Heterosexual Fish
What sorrow do I feel for the naked fish?
Swimming in a puddle-pond
a few thousand kilometers beneath
as I spiral past.
His gills are muddied, vomiting back
the spittle so recently inhaled.
Two round eyes, half white, and never
blinking.
FOOD LIGHT WATER
SWIM
Not much going on in there, as I peered.
He would not know it.
Should I smash him? Immediate and painless death.
Like the buddhist gods, I would.
Buddhists do believe in gods,
they just don't worship them.
They worship Me,
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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