"...AS TREES WALKING . . ."
the goldfish ponders
the world the other side of the glass
retires to its castle
it watches the coming
& goings of us
unable to explain our existence
"...I see men as trees walking. . ."
the vicar reads
his thought visible to the fishes
"...but what does it mean?"
one fish asks the other
"...and what are - trees?"
the vicar dies
in his sleep
words still floating about in his head
the fish unable to explain
his stillness....loudly
the clock talks in tick tocks
the God hand
that feeds them...does not
come
hungry for answers
they cease
to believe
Time
darkens
whitens
& again
darkens
whitens
it all goes belly up
the dead vicar & his dead fish
frightening the home help
only the plastic Christ
nailed to the wall
hears her scream
The answers are just other questions. The camera just walks through the scene impartially and even the goldfish have as much an opinion as the dying human
The vicar of course is reading.Mark 8:24 from the King James Bible.
"And he said unto them, How is it that ye do not understand? And he cometh to Bethsaida; and they bring a blind man unto him, and besought him to touch him. And he took the blind man by the hand, and led him out of the town; and when he had spit on his eyes, and put his hands upon him, he asked him if he saw ought. And he looked up, and said, I see men as trees, walking. After that he put his hands again upon his eyes, and made him look up: and he was restored, and saw every man clear!"
The fish of course only believe in the Hand that feeds them...he is their God but their entire fishy universe is going to go awry. God is dead is the message they are receiving but finding it hard believing.