Negligible Senescence


And you, Immortal Lobster?
They told me you had broken
From the burdens of dying death
And that every year your sex grew more potent.
They suggested, boasted even, that every day you fatten
And that some place in the indigo depths
Your still-feeding ancestors lurk
Rivaling the seamonsters condemned to waters
Uncharted on yellowing maps.

We are bound for one another, I think,
My dear nemesis, Immortal Lobster-
Destined to pit your endlessness
Against my resilience
In some vat of drawn butter.

Deep below perfect waters,
The eons will leave you untouched,
Will incubate your rise to prestige.
But I?
I am one of those humen-
The polluters about whom your titaness mother warned you.
I stain your perfect waters,
Strip rubber from green trees
To bind you, bind you.

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