So this is the ocean,
Poison from here to the horizon.
I ask the crab
"Is most of the world salt?"

He burrows in the sand
And I grab with my hand
His one of many legs.
I say to him:

"Is it that you panic
In the sun,
Or find pleasure
In the dark."

The pinching sting hurts
Though it could be worse;
I could be swimming in the ocean,
With all of the salt.