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Just how long does a steaming lobster sob? How terribly do boiling limbs and guts burn? Like a million simultaneous cuts? When does its sweltering heart cease to throb? On who’s authority do humans rob that creature of its life? Have we the rights? —the rights to cook a living being? Nights, (countless), have I questioned this brutish job.— Yet, even still, I meet no day when not a hungry shopper comes to claim a kill. And for the taste of murdered, smoldered meat, —(we sear our ethics inside that same pot)— they beg me: “I can’t bear do it, but will you?”. — — I’m sorry, truly, crustacean…”treat”.