Lobster's Alive

 

Oh, no!

the lobster's still alive

staring out at us

from the freezer

at the fish shop

 

sitting on top

of the other dead fish

and ice

its large claws taped shut

with orange rubber

bands

 

one eye stalk

moving occasionally

wondering

where am I?

 

foaming a little

at the mouth

or breathing through

gills, still trying to find

its way back

to the sea

 

looking out of the case

at the strange world

wondering

who

is going to

take him home

 

or what man eating alone

at a café table

at night

reading a book

will be picking through

the remains of

his life