Lobster

The scourge of the seas, he waits

Claws snapping, whiskers twitching

Swimming through the dust to pounce

Oops, it was a trap.

The cage closes around him

He snaps at the bars, helpless

He calls and begs for his life

They cart him away.

He ends up as someone’s meal

A life forgotten in death

They praise his creamy filling

But his soul is lost.