Killing Whales

Swirls of smoke rise up

To the white square of light

Above my head

On this pateo

Another minute of life

Rising to the heavens

I don’t care

Stabbing the great whales in my chest

With another searing harpoon

And I don’t care anyway

Least that is what I say

To myself

One Comment on “Killing Whales

  1. The minutes will produce hours.In the years when you can no longer roam you will return to them and they will fill your mind your soul.

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