Whale
You are the symbol of our time,
belly filled with all our waste.
I observe you, mouth agape,
filtering your food
in the blue-black deep.
Your loneliness is fed
and grows with time,
a dark and brooding cancer
in our seas.
Your bulk glides through
the salt and weed
past fish that flicker
fast and free.
Your eye, a tiny pinprick on your
glorious head
sees only what it needs to see
and I see you, emerging proud
above the foaming waves,
with a twist come crashing down
with farewell flick of giant tail.
Tim Fellows 2019
Image by skeeze from Pixabay
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