i noticed you were dead last night
when i came home from a party.
you were there
floating
on the surface, caught
mid-accession from the tank.
your little yellow belly was already
beginning to bloat. full-stop
mouth paused open, astonished
at its end. you had met your fish-sized
demise, my friend? i grabbed a spoon
dug a grave in grass outside the door.
dry footed, i said a few words
‘good fish.’ and that was that.
you were left with a pat
landlocked beneath the bright, bubble moon.
you were only a shadow.
did you notice or even
bother to check ?
to mourn death ?
just fish
just blip
have you seen your
reflection in the glass?
for you, little fish
a graves just a tank.