Old Lobster is jostling for space
In the crowded restaurant aquarium,
Stripped of weaponry by rubber bands
Clamping claws shut.
The aquarium is small.
The ocean was large.
The bait was enticing
And the trap was sprung,
Old Lobster lifted into the sky
Where lobster angels live,
Escorting lobster souls to lobster heaven,
Where decisions about lobster reincarnation are made.
But now Old Lobster is in this limbo,
Neither heaven nor hell,
This place where Old Lobster waits,
And waits,
For the fickle hand of fate,
To choose.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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