Exploding Whales
Channel: Chris Gloom
Date: 2012-10-29

A poem I wrote recently. Enjoy.

Oh these poor exploding whales You see
They do no good for you and me
They do no good When they Explode
We walk along the beach

We walk along in pairs of two
White cotton and our winter fleece
Whales rupture as they are to do
Whales come down piece by piece

And we are left dyed crimson red
White Cotton and our winter fleece
Bedecked with flesh from toe to head
Whales come down piece by piece

The drive home is a private birth
A silent and a slow release
Warm love and the bleeding earth
Like when we walked along the beach