Signalisation

The mass which our fins push became collective by creating waves
One among us slipps off through stealthily
Gawping we.
Bashes with tail, grabs the bait
Signalisation invalid,we are claping the parade of the big fishes.

We are falling into the net with the abstracted fishes upon
Ascending above thew water remediless,
Have our gills
open
have them shut we.
Left behind colourful and trademarked cans.

Line upping hind of some of them unconsciously
In pursuit of speedy small one
flapping phosphored wings we.
Signalisation,yellow-red-geen, purchasing turn from the queue of death.