Fish, Fish, Fish
Free verse
Fish, Fish, Fish
like Christmas, without a tree
and lights.
Rasp, Rasp, Rasp
like a clucking chicken,
without any eggs.
Sink.
Sink and find.
Sink and take.
WOW!!!
The orange shoes!
One in a million!
Just these ones, my favorite ones!
The champions’ ones!!
GRUNT! Not me.
Of that lot, I won’t be curious about.
Too big the grudge
of who is begging to anywhere
and that tear held back,
erased
by the wrist
of a wise mother.
GRUNT! Not me.
I won’t bend down,
even if it is nice to imagine there is Christmas for us, too,
for the grace of strangers, I am sincere,
but Santa, Oh Santa, it has been never true.
Here you go!
At dinner, tonight, you talk of a rediscovered world,
even if a little used.
Of colors and dreams,
still innocent,
to eviscerate tomorrow
throughout the right tools.
As the school-bus has arrived yet
and the palate is always emptied.
We are the poor.
We are the different,
rabid, powerless, missing.
To those ones who sometimes are reaching out
we say:
“Come on! Peacefully!
We won’t go far away.
We will be the flag of your conscience”.
