a comforting thought: that
the arc of the moral universe
is long, but it appears to bend
towards crabs. one day, our
exoskeletons will protect us
from the rain, and from the end;
as the seas rise and fall, we will
find homes in the tide pools, or in
the remnants of buildings left empty
by humans. we will build
a better world, as crabs; they say
crabs can’t feel pain. we’ll never
hurt, or perhaps we won’t believe
convenient claims which salve
our guilt over boiling creatures alive.
