Fish tank orchestra

Fishes of brilliant red swimming,
In clear waters shimmering
Gracefully, an ensemble,
Orchestra of life, an artistic number
Beautiful red, beauty of life,
In pure, pristine waters, pleasure to eyes

A suckerfish, lying on the bottom,
Since yesterday, in torment
Screaming, like how you and I would,
Screaming, in the loudest silence
Pain, looking with beseeching eyes,
Though the most desperate, calm stupor
Like a man, sawn alive, yet paralyzed,
Wanting to scream, yet his voice deprived
Or an infant in the womb, facing the surgeon’s scalpel
Pieces of him, torn from him,
Yet we tell ourselves, an infant, does not feel a thing
Of course not…it does not squirm, nor scream

Not moving, moving,
Only with the currents
A red fish nibbles, tentatively,
Daringly, then a gathering, furiously
Nibbling, all the more rigorously
Sucker fish struggles, desperately
That was yesterday, today, just lying,
Peacefully, serenely

Pieces of meat, in little teeth,
Pieces of meat, floating,
Pieces of meat, dancing in water,
Pieces of meat, escaping from teeth
Gracefully, randomly

But yet again, some fishes do not feed,
Contented to just look, while swimming around
So, blood not on their teeth,
Nor do flesh escape from there
They do not feed, no,
Just swim around, gracefully
They are innocent of course,
After all, they merely watch

A little trickle of red,
Escaping from the sucker fish
Fizzling from ripped flesh
Effusing, gracefully, a little tease
An effervescence of red,
Among a red evanescence
Floating and blending,
Curling like crimson smoke
Together with little red fishes,
With little pieces of flesh,
In pure, pristine waters


The orchestra in waters



bought a fish tank yesterday, the most useful fish died while the cheap fish live