The Sacred Whale

 The Sacred Whale

All through the night,
through the purple and the dark
we were fishing for the sacred whale.
All through the night our boats swayed
on the waves of our black intent,
the intent to kill.
All through the night we heard
the barely audible sound
of the white whale turning blue
and we missed the trail of his song,
straining our ears to hear the song
of the whale singing in the depth of the sea.
Misled by the rage of the hunger
of the dark delight for an overkill
we continued to press our boats
in the storm and did not stop.
The light of the dawn now shines.
It's already late
to look for the lost hours of sleep.

The quivering of something in the sky
has given a new awareness to the song
that we could barely hear in the night.
Our frantic search for the whale
made us deaf to the alien song,
deep and blue
in the midst of our frantic, purple search in the dark.

We are falling asleep in the morn,
straining our ears to hear the song
of the whale singing in the depth of the sea.


Image courtesy Hector Merced