Seafood That Makes Me Feel Guilty

SEAFOOD THAT MAKES ME FEEL GUILTY Any swimming thing which boils or fries, Like a codfish on shop icebed’s amazed eyes, Open-mouthed - “Why me?” she sighs. Crab in restaurant tank eyeballing Me thru the glass watching him crawling, Like Uncle Sam I point, “It’s you I’m calling.” Canadian salmon trained to return the same way Caught like dad last year in the same bay - Why do they not learn new routes, eh ? But no sturgeon complains - they only speak Russian. But for me eating caviar eggs, the sturgeon Numbers would exceed China’s population Those shrimps with soft eyes pathetically Staring keep me awake. The clan - All innocent - look at me accusingly, Asking, “Why are you cooking us, man?” And glance at each other, ruefully Nudging their brothers in the boiling pan.