Ode To The Toilet-bowl I Flushed My Dead Goldfish Down

This is sad that poor fish treated like someones trash lol A eulogy for a goldfish different for sure the title caught my attention Chrys

Barbara Writes better at growing children.

down the hemispherical swirl the entrance gates the river of waste one golden physical beauty turns through corroded arteries of forgotten streambeds and waste creeks tiny and lifeless precious and tragic into the machines of this and that the floating ponds for murky footed ducks and flaming methane gas vent a flake of gold mongst distasteful slurry... O This was a fun poem Alobar all in the cycle of things things of earth go to the earth in gardens or the wilds and fish return their watery way !