I clapped my hands
& heard
the porpoises calling.
They sung to me
in a secret language,
it sounded like laughter,
certainly not imminent disaster.
It seemed ethereal
as I stood and wondered
how many heads rolled
next to the temple
& how many clapped
to hear the dolphins laugh,
above the din of brutality.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
I clapped my hands
& heard
the porpoises calling.
They sung to me
in a secret language,
it sounded like laughter,
certainly not imminent disaster.
It seemed ethereal
as I stood and wondered
how many heads rolled
next to the temple
& how many clapped
to hear the dolphins laugh,
above the din of brutality.
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