Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Forty
Spring 2016
 
Arachnid Theory
David Formanek

A lobster backs and scrabbles,
snacks on scallops on the bay floor.

A lobster arches, clatters
her vain claws against enamel.

Clicking stainless mantis mandibles,
I crack, I pry, I peel, swallow.

This shellfish learns my human love,
the family tree of life on Earth,
the black hole hearts of galaxies.

About David Formanek

Previous Poem | Next Poem