A kingdom of crabs ascends

here on stones

heavy enough to sink our faith

if we tie it to them.

 

But a mile away

from this promenade

my friend sucking a succulent crab leg

quips, the only way to pin

these bastards down

is to press with the index finger

their carapace to the ground.

 

Ah! The heavist thing

these legs carry

makes them a morsel

for a sea screaming I’m hungry!

 

Cheers!