The Carp's Song

Evolution in reverse, and progress likewise;
Look! I am a fish who slowly churns
Through turbid waters over sunken things:
A banking system, tra la la, with broken
Windows, empty vaults, a house, in which
Nobody lives, possessed by gold-encrusted
Crabs, a government of squirming shrimps,
And bodies, oh, so many of them, human,
Rotting where they lay, as I swim on, alone,
Intent on not becoming food. The eggs
Which I had fertilized have hatched. My
Minnows swim away. I cannot see where
They have gone. I hope, a fish who cannot
Reason, evolution, in reverse, will be reversed,
Allowing them to leave this world of sunken
Things, these waters, and emerge.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-01-27 at 14:32

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