remembering the way he'd defied nature
by unfishingly lying on his side
then in prolonged suspended animation
we marvelled he was hanging-on
now the fish had slipped his scales
and with a slomo swish of fin and tail he'd gone
plunged deep into his watery world
and as the echos of his magic singing there unfurled
are uncertain how to handle
the message on the phone
this is only Au revoir
remember the good times
now you're on you own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem