Sense of a sulking
Light to favor the window
The rose of unity in passing
Has a question to its lips, the corners of woe?

Having a seat in such a chamber
Requited history to assume a table
Of friends of airs, the toil of another world
Once in love, twice a gifted artist, another time and a fable

See the heat I make, when sight has a call
To require adage, from the poise we know
To ends in a prophet's hands, the tale of all
And every fate of shall, the world have those?

A glass of wine...
And summation is a harrowing gone missing
The truth to be held, for an austere shine
As we see the composure of sin, sigh when is

Include me in the pout, the pout of sincerity
Where one more kindness, has a moment to consider
Serpents of long teeth, that savor the taste of need, visionary's?
And abated breath, the comment I make is meant, here...

Where art has a clue...
To vices charity, an instinct that also has chaste due
When the mirth, the homage, the drama of younger and older who
Is but a catch of light, on the silence we bare, is our promise to...

Too soon, what will be left in Oceans emptied
of their brothers' and sisters' songs?
there, where their pale, phantom presences
in their chorussed schools once thronged?
We humans think of ourselves as Kings,
Emperors, Rulers, Overlords of all
expecting other species such as theirs
to be held captive forever, to be in our thrall
We watch them from afar on Tourist dinghies
on TV whilst eating fast food, faces fixed in ghoulish grins
never acknowledging our human interference
for the plight these creatures of spectral white are in
dismissing in disgust their now scarred and fungi'd skin
The mourning songs of the whales are surely
those same songs born of centuries of human slavery
though their words are alien to our human ears
we are told that they are intelligent,
wise beyond our puny human years
but soon, too soon, shall they fall silent
their shapes mere shades in the depths
of the litter strewn seas
in dried bones on every plastic polluted shore
upon the bleached and barren reefs
from which colour, just as their songs have faded,
has faded too, forever, forever more