The Song of The Whale.

Heaving mountains in the sea,
Whale, I heard you
Grieving.

Great whale, crying for your life,
Crying for your kind, I know
How we would use
Your dying.

Lipstick for our painted faces
Polish for our shoes.

Tumbling mountain in the sea,
Whale, I hear you
Calling

Bird-high notes, soaring:
At their edge a tiny drum
Like a heartbeat

We would make you
Dumb

In the forest of the sea,
Whale, I heard you
Singing

Singing to your kind
We'll never let you be
Instead of your life we choose

Lipstick for our painted faces,
Polish for our shoes.