|Arsenic Lobster poetry journal||
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