Quick through the slick blue waves, they leap
shining like opals.
Their grey bodies plunge into the weightless deep.
Through reefs and seaweed they zip
clicking code and blowing silver rings of smokeless air.
They play among anemone and jellyfish
their bottled-noses piercing the mountain of water.
They say that if you're lost at sea,
a fellow mammal in distress
one might come
like an angel from some world no one believes in anymore
and lift your tired body up
to light and air
They say not to confuse this with human things like compassion,
as they process their bodies into the tuna.
Feb 12, 2018
Copyright © Jack Webster | Year Posted 2018
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