by Brendan O'Neill

    They leaned in to the deck and with one move
    swung the red crayfish up and out
    of the bowel of the boat. Boxed
    together. Neutered by the elastic
    that held the claw. Antennae still
    posting contrary signals. Enthralled
    in gladiatorial rage. Did not seem to notice
    their territories were taken from under them.

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