Swans, Pigeons
and Flamingoes
Cursed and chastised
The dying fish
Another year of
Pain, suffering
And desolation,
A year of Torment
Misery and isolation..
The Fish
Ached
in excruciation,
Cried from
abomination..
Every wish,
bless or curse,
The dream
of a dark hearse
Made him
Twist and turn
Twirl, coil and burn
A dreadful Sea serpent
Rising from the white sea.
For a glimpse
Fish or the the serpent
saw light,
A radiant beam
of survival,
An exhilarating sight,
The sore eyes,
veins for a moment
Rippled in ecstasy
Her smile
Alluring and shining as always
Her fin
Swaying and glittering as sea’s waves,
She came...........
Yet
Was it her smile?
Or was it her fin that whipped?
A knife? A dagger? A stiletto?
No a chainsaw
A mesmerizing chainsaw
Gleaming and sparkling as ever
That ripped apart
the fish’s insides
A slaughter
The limbs gashed
The lungs crashed
The skull smashed
The legs dashed
The veins slashed
The virus, the germs
Contamination
all released
The White Sea,
turned black
With the darkness
in blood
Did he die?
No,
He is but
a walking corpse
torn to pieces,
a fin-less fish
who can only
be rejuvenated
with her
mesmerizing weaponry........
Copyright 2008 Shashendra Amalshan
you create enough tempo suspense and twist in your writes...very much unique...this one- poweful imageries painted inside well framed lines