Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Whale Song

The sea is burning.
Family is lost in din.
Your voice is a distant echo
Even as I brush your skin.

Day bake betrays the primal allure of night.

But when the stink of oil and death
   And the rumble of steel fills the world;
When there is nothing...

When there are no calves and you are alone
Remember then.

We tried to go back.

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