On the Claws of a CrabA Chapter by Robert Francis Callacinot a fan of being cooked alive in boiling pots...it's a crime against crabmanityOn
the Claws of a Crab As
I row, row, row my boat haphazardly down
these murky waters filled with pestilence, death
and decay--- I rejoice at the destruction and slaughter
that I left behind for all of your kind.
As
I row, row, my boat through these torrid waters a
cast of crabs follows beside me. The King Crab, all
muscle and no flab was about half the size of
my boat. He climbed on to my deck and with his
massive claws lifted me up and gave pause before
he said,
“why do you make
the dead float and bloat about in our seas. they
bring disease and cause our little ones distress.
clean up this mess or all the birds, bugs and bees,
the animals of land and the seas--- will break your
fiddle and still your heart and no longer will our
destinies coincide and be as one.” I
never saw Alexander (the name he is called amongst his
peers and subjects) so angry and alarmed. and
answered him in all earnest. And I said,
“Do not fear
their stink will soon disappear. It is a lesson of
fear for the living humans that are near. No death,
pestilence or disease will come to those that I made vows
to and hold very dear… All are safe from my wrath for those that follow the path~ Man’ broke their
covenant of blood and sacrifice- Their eyes now
look upwards towards the skies abandoning
earthen ways for heavens lies--- The fiddler’s
strings will blaze across their lands and desert sands
will bury them where they stand--- The dead will be
fed and god will choke on their bile.”
The
King Crab put me down, smiled and sighed in relief. His
claw tweaked my cheek and the other waved goodbye…
As
I row my boat down these purified and cleansed waters watching
the sun set and the eagles in the sky, a pod of dolphins swims by the
side of my leaky boat to jump, laugh, and play--- and to say hi…
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