Pictures of Crabs
On raised thorny stilts
Marbled lampposts, lifted eyes
Clawed leaves for soft filth
The spider grown fat,
And hard, and round, and callous
Like hogs, blinds the sand
I know my species
The same purpose fits the flies
The outer shell lies
Barrels hiss with us
Clambering to scuttle time
Gravity's dead claw
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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