My Seismic Death

RE: Shell’s ‘seismic survey' on the Wild Coast A voice for the sentient creatures of the ocean: It is hoped that the following poem will reach the right audience, namely, humans who care for other sentient beings. Hopefully this audience will include the decision-makers of Government who hold the future of our environments in their hands. My seismic death I swam along the ocean tides My life was safe and free My youngest swam along my side A baby of the sea We fed upon the smaller fish A balanced nature thrived My only goal and lifelong wish Was that my calf survived One day a shadow swam above It blocked the light from Sun My baby sang her song with love and played a shadow-game in fun I never knew that waters could explode In all my decades, this was new The vibrations hurt my auditory nodes My calf no longer in my view It happened we were close to shore I woke upon the sand Ahead of me, upon beach floor My calf lays dead upon the land I know not if it’s injury, or overwhelming grief, but I lost all forms of energy and flashed back on our lives in the reef The human kind then ran towards, and I just simply cried “I hope it’s worth all their rewards” I thought, before I died.