Prisoners of Time
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Prisoners of Time
There is nothing secret
nothing sacred from man
He reaches beyond the
infinite to scatter dreams
He will employ
extraordinary means
Alone or in the company
of those with like heart
he can stream to
undiscovered places
Which brings, the opening
of a tale of how he
exploited the mighty whales
and in the process, cruelly
used, the giant turtles
of the Galapagos. Yes!
they were collateral damage
for the no less serious but
vaster sin of killing the
Leviathans.
Fresh food for the crew, they
endured layers of
imprisonment, stacked alive
on their backs in the holds of ships,
helpless in their giant shells for
a year at a time
Prisoners of the depths
of man's ignorance- such
sacrilege.
We can only pray, that
in that living death-
they entered a much
altered time state- that
became like fragrance;
an elusive, wafting
and that bliss flooded
their being
In praying this
we whisper an apology
Suzanne Delaney
Sunday, March 21, 2004
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2015
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