CRUSTACEAN KINGDOM

CRUSTACEAN KINGDOM

Do you see? Blue sea and bluer sky, see? The Mussels and Oysters pipe out a regal fanfare: dadadum-dadadum-dadadee, to the blue sea and even bluer sky,

while the Lobsters first go by; the Lobster-kings are the first to go by: they go regally by on the white strand of bright sand. Their carapaces are red-gold gilded shining in the sun and their purple mantles billow-blow behind them, coral brooch ornamented. The redgold gilded Lobsterkings with billowblowing mantles have mounted their coral encrusted conch-shell chariots, to ride out with their train beneath the seasky’s aqueous sunbeaming, representatives of the Crustacean Nation to meet the sea-snake ambassadors from their far-off deep-sea bubble-lands:

do you see (them)? Dadadee-dadadee-dadadum; the Molluscs, pearl inlaid (although only heralds) pipe their noble piping hum, for the noble Crabs who scuttle by. See the Scuttle-Crabs? There are Scuttle-Crabs scuttling, skittle-dee-dee, silvery Scuttle-Crabs, by the margin of the sea. Do you see the noble Scuttlecrabs, scuttlecrabbing crabbishly along(?), their silver armour sunsplashed by the tropical nectar of the blue-goo coral sky. They scuttle along the brightwhite sandstrand, powdered-sugarsoft for their pincers, off (too) to meet the seasnake ambassadors bearing a message from

afar in their deepsea bubblelands: do you see (the sea)?: coves around the bend where they lay to rest their dead; coral huts, coral houses, coral castles along the whitebright sandstrand; the suncircle’s dulcet nectar drenches the sand while Rays (guardians) glide with majesty through the billowing blue of the sky and the billowing blue of the sea where rainbow coral forests cast their brilliant winking jewelled sparkle over the wash of the bluegoo aqueous seasky, and seaweed floats like green-tea steeping.

Dadadum-dadadee-dadadumdum-dee: there is a crustacean kingdom on the marginal line of the infinite seascape where there are graveyard fishbone coves and sparkling coral cities paved with seashell cobblestones of all jewelled colours, all fixed and balanced on the marginal line between sea and sky and sky and sea. Lobsterkings, grand and great, and noblest skittle-dee-dee Scuttlecrabs with their trains— their goldred or silvered argentine carapaces inlaid with pearl and with colouredcoral— they speed along, either proudly scuttling or mounted with pomp on conchshell chariots: so their pages, bedecked Crevettes, follow suit in shrimpish finery, hophopping servile on their tails alongwise and acrosswise the brightwhite powderedsugarsoft sandstrand whitebrightened beneath the splashing suncircle of the tropical nectar seasky where the guardian Rays with lethal stingtails glide through the blownblue bluegoo (sea)sky and bluest seascape wonders. The procession is heading to a spot at the seamargin, you see, to meet there you see, there where the seaweed floats like greentea steeping among the coral forests like verdant ribbonbands, to meet there you see ambassadors from seadeep uncharted lands, those savvy seasnake ambassadors from fardown darkdeep deepsea bubblelands of secrecy. Dadadum-dadadee, do you sea?

I wish I were a Fish

living in the Sea

who floats by the Boats

and eats GreenTea.