Two green crabs
Looking into each other's mirror
Undisciplined snappers
Crab one
Looking at
Crab two...
Each snaps in the same way.
Born to the same mother.
Set off in the same sea,
Waiting witches...
Waiting for me.

One waits in hot water steaming with the sun
The other waits in burning sand,
Both quite done.

I eat them and they become one.