great sturgeon swims by;
sitting on the rivers side,
we watch in silence
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Eyes turn to stare
At the new fish on the street
Dirty brown, ragged, dusty, filthy.
A pure-bred,
A perfect addition to their collection
In the tank.
Joining the ranks of four others,
A school, lined up in neat row.
Body after body after body after body after body
Resting on their tails – fish have no legs.