Author: Stories-have-souls PM
Whaling is a despicable, sick practice. Unnecessary and sinful. This poem doesn't have much format or layout, it's mainly what I pulled from my mind. Choose to see my hate for whaling if you want.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 369 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 2 - Published: 05-31-05 - id: 1926990
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The sea is a smooth cup of water
Held between the lands.
It encircles me, an abyss of azure
And white and black,
I am clutched tight in Nature's arms,
Protected by the comforting depth
And the raging, calming waves
That fight with the salty air above.
I send my song across the currents
And my brothers answer me.
I greet the waves to breathe,
Rising towards sun and moon
Before I break back down into the gloom.
I am invincible, a sacred symbol.
Nothing can tame me.
Nothing can touch me.
Nothing can harm me.
The waves are crying ululations of war,
Clashing with a new enemy.
I flee before I see the monstrous edifice
That slices the water so it bleeds white froth.
I ask for the sea to part; it does.
This new enemy does not ask; it destroys.
Yet my graceful flight is not enough
To save me from the bloodied claws of pain,
It drags me from my home, away from what I have known and loved
All my life.
Something has plunged into my flesh,
Something that worms deep.
It will not be shaken off, and the more I struggle, the more I am ripped away.
Please, please, please…
So much pain.
Have I ever known this?
Is this what my life has come to?
A beached giant,
Helpless on an oil-slippery deck.
I hear voices-though not my kin.
Voices that speak with a false joy tainted by what they have
Chosen to do.
They are waiting. For what?
For my blood to drain,
My eyes to lose Nature's flame
They wait for my life to ebb away.
P.S. The only people who have a right to whale are the Inuits. At least they respect the whales and do it sustainably...but I guess that's not what some of the rest of the human race want...nope, lots of people don't give a shit about species dying out.