Wild crabs

Under the sea

on coral  islands

freedom a birth rite

caught and now stashed

on slabs and wrapped

in plastic for sale

these living crabs

its as if they are in gaol

 

under the plastic

sure they are hoping

to live without air

and to try and escape

their claws might just free them

their eyes might just see them

sideways escaping

freedom possibly

 

mongers of sea souls

packed in this plastic

on ice and with salt

That’s what they do

sell crabs at retail

in markets wet

so many killed this way

Their short lives are set

 

 

 

 

 

sea

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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