Octopus collects rocks on the sea floor;
builds a fortress for its home.
Octopus in a restaurant kitchen;
two tentacles cut, head and body put aside.
Small pieces of tentacle served,
on a silver-rimmed plate.
In the sea, octopus changes the colour of its skin
to escape a shark,
propels forward like a jet,
leaves behind ink.
White tablecloths, chandeliers,
the octopus is eaten
tentacles cut over conversation.
Octopus follows a trawler full of thrashing fish;
tangled in the net,
the octopus is trapped.
Octopus in the kitchen, head and body
more tentacles cut, ready for another order.
But there are none.
So it waits, limbless.