Fish

by Kelvin S.M.


i am not a good example of life
            living in a bowl of
                    improvised seawater.

dead like a salad
            gathering attention after
                    brutally sold to a
                            dark-skinned city of busy feet.

a fat, big cat is an asset
            in day and night
                    guarding as if there’s no tomorrow:

hey! if i look at you with a
            gold-rimmed eye
                    will you do me favor? –

ok, then bring me freedom and
            i’ll play fish inside your stomach.


This poem was one of the winners of the dVerse Poets Pub second anniversary contest.

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