The Lobster Pot, at Blackness
Unfurling blackness
creeps
arterial corridors.
The speed of dark –
faster than light –
is in there first,
ready crammed
in every corner.
Lobster pots are bird-cages
for beasts singing
therminal songs,
before they're heard
no more.
The Lobster Pot contains
comedy crammed
in every corner,
easing wage-slaves back
to blackness
with buoyant songs
before death.
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