#269 - the whales are calling it quits

 

                             

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the whales are calling it quits

 

you can’t blame them

say baleno beluga hval kujira

we’ll always have the words

the pictures

 

whales are soft, fish filled, misnamed

sashimi

 

blow for a hole

keratin jaw

 

odd shapes, all head

or may say beak

and what is the porpoise I ask you

of a doll with fins?

 

they bottle nose the deep

existential!

 

and hold their breath

upstairs still bad

 

the giving up whales were much encouraged

(by science, so they say…

have to understand your dinner)

 

and now well look what’s sinking

but can’t stay down forever

 

whales have given up the ghost

and deck them

bubble world is dicked

don’t blubber

they are so south sea now

almost Antarctic

and melt your ice

 

listen for the innids

have their splash and corset ribbing

 

that’s for the krill of it all

and

come to the end of the pun

 

you wish there were another world

move the mouse that way

 

have you ever seen the sea inside?

some whales think to give it up

and know of better

 

this is their Jonestown

feign die dry

 

whales toss in the towel

deafened by sonar

chased to soup

 

the whales are calling

have a dial up service

 

have you ever been through the guts?

come out white as

tell it to the cartoon tonsils

 

seas used to be so quiet calm

remember there were seven

somehow it’s all connected

 

there’s pod washed up

here we are

 

die hard with old habits

sing for a chorus of upstairs and down

 

shiver me thar she

oceans were fish filled

so were the whales

 

are you okay?

is it Whale Day?

would they know?

this is the truth and

why fight the tide brings in?

 

I believe that the last straw was plastic

 

they are the pilots of our cosmos

come won’t you sing with them with me

come won’t you sing with us

?