I’d like to eat Lobster tonight
But now I realize I don’t have the heart
to boil it alive to eat.
Isn’t it like this?
Up close, after the commercial,
a seamy underside, pores too large,
the wrong flavor too late in the meal
an empty apartment in the city of death.
Let’s not pretend to want anymore
and throw all of our being
into the sea,
while we’re still alive.
Now we can taste
Fresh salt spray like
the wedding of life and death
and live and let live.