Plastic Fish

a fish swims

a miracle in each splash of fin

passing plastic moulds of himself

here

there

everywhere

even the voice of God

won’t rid the earth

from this plastic fog

man has made what it has made

we live in the freedom of our tongue

we speak

be gone

but plas –

– tic

can’t just disappear

it doesn’t rot

it doesn’t

care

it grows around fish

lives in the stomachs of turtles

breeding

waiting

thriving

islands of bottles

lifelines of death

each one

here

there

everywhere