Poetry Thursday 7 - Death Throes

 As an observer of the aquarium, it is time for the blue fish to go.

Death Throes

 

It is always sad to witness the anguish,

and struggles of a stranded fish,

flopping about away from the water,

stuck in the bottom of the capturing vessel,

channelling the last of its energy into one final leap to salvation.

 

Each explosion of pointless activity,

bringing closer the inevitable end,

but still the senseless entity,

without a scrap of extra to lend,

grinds on blindly.

 

But with limited attention span,

we can’t expect more from the dory,

or from the rest of the azure clan

who excel at wasteful folly.

© David L Atkinson September 2023

God Bless