In the Fishtank

Bubbles lift,
Screaming sonar,
In the airless nightclub.

Artificial pebbles,
Blue, red, green,
Litter the bottom.

Artificial plants likewise,
Who sway in a subtle way,
Rooted by watery gravity.

Grubby fingers tap on glass,
Algae disturbs,
Belly-ups tremble.

Gills flip forth,
Guppy mouths gape.

Shocked eyes stare,
Their circular shock,
Their lidless impenetration,
Dead are the fish eyes in the murk.

The aquamarine world looks out from behind the glass,
Is frightened,
Wants its sprinkling feed,
Who is administered by patronizing hands.