Aug 15, 2008
who cries?
death of a whale.
when the mouse died, there was a sort of pity;
the tiny, delicate creature made for grief.
yesterday, instead, the dead whale on the reef
drew an excited multitude to the jetty.
how must a whale die to wring a tear?
lugubrious death of a whale; the big
feast for the gulls and sharks; the tug
of the tide simulating life still there,
until the air, polluted, swings this way
like a door ajar from a slaughterhouse.
pooh! pooh! spare us, give us the death of a mouse
by its tiny hole; not this in our lovely bay.
-- sorry, we are, too, when a child dies:
but at the immolation of a race, who cries?
Labels:
inspiration,
life,
poetry
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