Blue Is Red

Concerning the News of a Blue Whale’s Death For thousands of years, came melodious song. Across myriad miles, none other so strong. Oh, Iceland, Oh Iceland, you’ve murdered the choir. Blue now is red; go wade in the mire. Teach all your sons why water is mute. How you ended it all by learning to shoot. Evanescent the pleasure, you’ve sated your tongue. Absent all need, rather it should be dung. This is my anguish— unspeakable sorrow, see hope abandoned— farewell to tomorrow.