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STILL-LIFE.

I swam and played in rippled streams,
Awash with iridescent light,
Reflecting scattered, sunlight beams,
Collecting moonlit, darkling flight.

Along my sides lick tickled swirls,
My eyes deflecting sparkled sight,
Fins twinning into current curls,
Tail swing-twisting left and right.

But now I lie still on this slab,
The knife has cut my belly wide.
My scales are faded into drab,
I lie here gutted, side from side.

All passes and is swept away,
But every creature has it's day.

 

John Christmas