The Lament of Lamar
Elisa Fort
Picking apart the miniscule detail
Of your flaccid encasing
Each enraging entitlement
Bonded with fibrous arrogance
To reveal a scrawny crustacean
Gurgling in your own briny brew
Choking on bits of plankton
Remnants of your own refuse
I feel my appetite rise
Tossing you into my stormy pot
To soak in a sweltering stew
With a touch of sauce
For some extra flame
I wait for your scream to quell
And quickly find your limp armor
To feast upon what little meat
Was hidden deep within
Lastly, plucking one red claw
To pull your flesh
Clean from my teeth