Goldfisher

borrowing from Bond

he brings home the bloated baggie

and scoops out blissful killifish,

dropping one after the other

into his plastic aquarium:

the translucent bucket

of gold paint

these goldfish never swim,

and his net is clotted

from skimming them back out

so often, but he knows

he will find the right species

eventually — there are tens of thousands

and if he knows his evolution,

then only the fittest will survive