The sun bleeds
dripping its violet, crimson, pink
blood
cut from another
thankless day in the sky
he grows weak
and finally bleeds out
as he slips to the kingdom
of forgotten gods
surrendering to the vast ocean of
darkness and it is night
falls leaves
scream in a brilliant
orange coppery agony
swaying in the breeze
a death dance,
before they fall to the ground
where the rest of us live
thousands of fish
turn tortured circles
in their salt water tank prisons
dreaming of the ocean
or praying for death
and
so
do
I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fish and tank prisons - what next?