Siamese Fighter

Fin flags shiver beside a slightly gaping mouth Pectorals all aquiver with the body's flicker flame To rise and fall beside the glass while neon's lights Blue downward slantings flashed with headlight eyes Float still against green backing weed Twenty times the fighter twists and turns Then briefly all shimmy shivers cease for just an interlude of perfect still Floating like a slowly sinking leaf All peace until the fins and waving trims again begin All day until the night until turning off the fish tank light Though dribble drip's trickle sound continues Through the dark into each day's return With Siamese still searching Still looking into mankind's world For signals from a fish to fight