Steve the Goldfish

by John Mandeville   Apr 26, 2007


Praise fishtanks, giving a nice visual
way of forgetting him (also praised)
dying in the other room. Praise the fish inside,
trapped within glass walls, a prison of coral, weeds, distorted

companions. Being well fed, dying
happy on a bed of lies, disguised as rocks,
unanimous like dancers at a masquerade,
praise that.
Still though, how long until they realize
their world is but a box.

He once said, "ignorance is bliss," chuckling.
I would believe him if he wasn't dead.
Sleeping
with the fishes.

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  • 17 years ago

    by dollwithafrown

    Very unusual. Something which I like a lot.

    "unanimous like dancers at a masquerade," - you seem to have a tendency to write lines which immediately catch my attention. In this poem, that line did it. I just love the image it creates.

    Interesting read.

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