Jerry Ratch

Rookie (August 9,1944 / Chicago, IL)

Puppet X,18 - Poem by Jerry Ratch

18



The goldfish is dead

The goldfish is dead
and the clam went away

I saw that the goldfish was dying
A bulge in his side
and his double tail fins hanging down

So I put his bottle in the sunlight
on the windowsill
where I could watch
the sun on his golden body
and the light blue
at the ends of his double fins
It was like catching
a tiny pair of angel's wings

I watched his body turn sideways
That bloated side about to burst

I watched as his body rose
through the vegetation
Past the red and brown snail
dreaming of wood

And I watched him
float to the surface and
kiss the day good-bye


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 21, 2009



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