whales
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My hushed breath whispers to burlap sails on distant seas,
Wrenched from my teeth and thrown to the breeze like confetti,
In the flailing arms of cerulean waves;
Filling my cavities with the hollow sighs of whales
to think he made himselfwithout the helpof an Olympian Godwho molded men from clay. nor did he risefrom bone and ashor the fires of Hell. he did not comefrom the seawith a pod of vengeful whalesfor an army. he was not bornholding a silver spoonor
Through the ocean I soar
Bue water like air under my fins
I open my maw to feast
Letting baleen filter out the brine
Year after year I skim the waters
My size serving as my insurance
The Northern Atlantic Right Whale
was nearly driven to extinction
by whalers who killed them
because they were the easiest whale to hunt.
In today's society,
In my community
We have many manatee,
We need to protect the sea cow
And I can tell you how,
We are the pod of the sea.
We glide through oceans effortlessly.
We are approaching our destination,
Far down the glistening ocean
We heard the sound of a whale
So loud that no one can tell,
passing closeby our boat
We peered down to see the
shimmer of millions of bioluminescent plankton
A squinting fisherman whispers,
come strangers, deep battles,
afternoon hostility,
emerging whales with white tails,
chase the horizon
