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There are bad people who would be less dangerous if they were quite devoid of goodness.


Fin. Opossum Bay Beach, South Arm Peninsula. December 2012.

Theme Thursday and there is not a whole lot of hope for this crab in terms of a REBIRTH.

The Buddhist concept of vijñāna-srotām might offer some chance for this blighter, but I remain to be convinced that the crab subscribed to a Buddhist theology. There is a chance (however slight) that the crab was once the son of God/ awaits Frashokereti/ is an inhabitant of Sheol/ or that Yawm al-Qiyāmah is just around the corner; but as I said, the odds are against it.

No, the crab is dead. The best it can hope for is that some bird had a good meal and will go on to be a good parent and maybe (unlikely, but you never know) the children of that bird will open a crab infirmary for lame or destitute crabs in the future.

Comments

Susan said…
Bleak, and perhaps true. Some might say it lives in your poem . . .
Roddy said…
It definately seems to have seen better days.
Kris McCracken said…
Susan, the poor old crab...

Roddy, one thinks so.
Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

Yes, it must have made for a good meal for some other animal. And so it lives on.

When we lived in Panama, we would get land crabs that would crawl up into our dryer. We lived just off the ocean and the military did not seem to think putting a backing on the dryer was necessary. Anyway the crabs would get in there and when we would start the dryer with each tumble of the drum you could hear the crab take a thunking. It is a good thing the dryer was downstairs in the carport. Also the crabs would chase you sometimes and being land crabs they did not seem to need to near water. I do not think these crabs were edible because if they were then the Panamanians would surely have had a feast during the months when they covered the streets and a lot of the land where we lived. And when you were driving you had no choice but to drive over them. Oh the sound that would make. And you had to be careful because they could give you a flat. But changing that flat was dangerous because the crabs would chase you. But I do think the vultures were very happy when you killed a crab.

Gob bless.
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, I like the sound of those crabs!

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