Strange to identify 
  with the lobsters 
In the bubbling aquarium  tank
  in the supermarket aisle 
Claws bound by rubber bands
  barely moving

No way to resist
  Soon to be
eaten by the rich

“Too bad 
We had to throw out
the Lobster Thermidor
Mr. Richland was taken ill
with a gout flare up again
Don’t you know”

The quantum computer 
    has now calculated 
the newest God particle 
    That God’s claw
Opening and closing 
   with thunderous 
  reckless uncaring 
abandon

The winter slowly dissipates 
   As we wait for the riot …
       of spring color

Scot Gresham-Lancaster
Brunswick Maine March 1, 2025
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