where did god put my poem?: a poem

where did god put my poem?
my head was invaded
something felt its way around
probed the inside of my skull
took my things, took my poem

god fed my poem to a dog
god used my poem to line his birdcage
god put my poem in the shitheap, where it belonged

a crab: a poem

lord, let me eat a crab.
i want to rip off the pincers;
i want to rip off the legs.

the sea has honed this thing,
as it smooths a piece of glass.
it exists to be killed by me.

a crab, a little beast you
press between your fingers,
so you can get at the meat.