A lobster on its deathbed:
Soon now I will be dead;
heed, then, these words I give
to you on how to live:
Be simple, modest, fair;
avoid anything that smells of air.
Stay clear of tempting bait,
scrutinize first and wait.
Reach out to others,
your sisters and your brothers.
Eat simple ocean foods –
free of toxins causing cranky moods.
Having less and self-denial
will, I grant, prove trialsome
but nothing compares to wisdom
to ensure survival.
I’ve led an honest, upright life,
never stole another’s wife,
lived by my own sound advice
avoiding crime and vice;
as a consequence, I never got
to know the dreaded lobster pot,
which, sad to say, as many have
and failed their lives to save.
Lastly, friends, if death must come,
pray it be with family at home,
and let it be with courage,
not in a ship’s cold storage.
He closed his eyes and breathed
no more. And so they wreathed
his brow with anemone and kelp,
sad but grateful for his help.
Then, when his body had decayed,
eagerly, and not at all dismayed,
they ate him, not as strangers,
but as true and grateful scavengers.
And they feasted on him heartily
they did so quietly,
and praised with every bite his wisdom
true to lobster diet and custom.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2021
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