Breathing The Water Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Glittering fish of our world,
Weren’t you won at a fair in the middle of
Some newly past year:
A prize not even for Christmas, you weren’t supposed
To survive this long,
And that is why we have to forget about you-
And sing our song of death over your cold,
Bright bodies:
And sing to you as you proceed through the unusual
Merriment of your glass rooms:
We won you without a care- and you have no
Name- and you are going nowhere.
But there you are- on the eaves of some house
Underneath some stars and a moon-
Just as we are:
Without a care, breathing the water, swimming in
Air.