Laid there like a twist of rusting metal.
He said he should kill it –
find a stone and bash its tiny head.
Crush it into the sand.
I squirmed and took a step back.
His toes too close for my liking.
Was it even alive, holding poison in its mouth:
a rudder for a tail.
A helpless out of water creature.
Ugly and pulsing – breathing
too much air.