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
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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