Exodus in Dream

The Crowds

This morning,
So many fish crawling out of the
Sea, their numberless swollen wings
Denied flight. Walking too, a grey
Carp with a muffler on, and his silly,
Ravishing wife. Slow, clouded, pithy,
Creeping along, all of them, looking
So much more like a lizard
Congregation. Eyes staring and a
Little blind, this calamity of fishes
Is beyond the city’s clout.

Amidst all this,
A little girl runs away
From the puddle of puke
At her feet. Mud-screams
Gain on her
And disrupt.