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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
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