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Leviathan
On ocean bowride below gentle titans peep ghost ships of the Pacific hunt and chase - where great barnacled seafarers of the deep beneath the waves its blue waters grace. Old sea tales of killing lance and spear tip tell of the dying struggle of the flurry - once more mighty hulks of beast and ship haunt the dark shadows of the undersea. Let no harpoon pierce your skin, no flense cut and slice, not body or fin. Let no kill sound its death throes, and may long live the shout of “thar she blows!” Far and yon an old boneyard whaling station fluking bulls and cows circle the perilled pod, and breach and dive in fabled echolocation the bones of Ahab and wreck of the Pequod. Still ghost ships old hunting grounds scout that mystic echo whalesong far reaching, and still cavernous mouths unmade to shout trap by moon and tide on remote beaching. Let no harpoon pierce your skin, no flense cut and slice, not body or fin. Let no kill sound its death throes, and may long live the shout of “thar she blows!” Written: July 1992
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