Murky

Murky

ghost fish swim,

while I watch in guilt-ridden horror,

the world ending,

oceans dying,

and I am to blame,

running my air conditioning,

and driving my car,

I a sinner,

I do confess,

the world probably better when I am dead,

along with the rest of humanity,

dead,

all and everyone,

but the ghost fish.

Douglas Polk