Lobster Rain

A good friend died I don't know who A eulogy on the car radio said He was a good friend to all It begins to rain On the road a raccoon family Bodies strewn According to size and age The stripes remind me Of holocaust pajamas A lobster was killed for me I watched it drop into boiling water I didn't hear it scream But a dog outside began to bark The dark red restaurant Yaws like a Spanish galleon Rain spattered windows Crash through a squall Driving home A voice: The rain will end everywhere shortly When the rain doesn't stop No one says anything Later that night Bedraggled birds fly Through pennyweight eyes Hermit crabs move on To broadcast lies To their empty shells