The Whales

the whales know things u haven’t seen they’ve felt the weight of centuries the whales go places you don’t know they ponder depths beyond below the whales ferry their souls about they wail a song of whale renown they’re swimming thru the soul of earth the whales alone know what it’s worth the whales since man crafted his rafts from land and sailed seas never understanding marvels: submarine, beneath for ancient myths and tales to keep for Jonah Yu-Kiang and Job Ahab and Pinocchio do whales tell tales of bearded men and warn their calves of what has been the whales what will become of all the whales what will become of all the whales and ever since i was small the whales did call the whales did call ever since i was small the whales did call the whales did call if the rivers turn to mud and blood and cease to be and naught to run and the ocean loses all it’s air and turns to plastic everywhere to where will all the wisdom go the whale contains within her soul will man continue on to rage and neglect the oceanic saints: the whales what will become of all the whales and ever since i was small the whales did call the whales did call ever since i was small the whales did call the whales did call what whales know you can’t understand they took a breath and left the land the constellations guide them on their souls aligned with moon and stars the whales feel joy the whales disdain whales triumphant swim again we pray that all the whales prevail in every ocean that they sail the whales what will become of all the whales what will become of all the whales?