3rd of 3 poems written in the style of the Filipino Tanaga, as part of an Exquisite Corpse project.
I heard belugas crying
Amidst a seascape dying
Their breath diminished slowly
Until it vanished wholly.
Riptide on the sunken heap
Popeye's discard rusting deep
Gill net's web of spider floss
Skeletons of albatross.
Packagings and plastic bags
Balled up line, designer tags
Sprinkled like a candy rain
Propelene and urethane.
Crowding up to photic zone
Sailfish on the tempest flown
Octopod's long fingers eight
Grasping clouds of acetate.
May we hear their mournful cries
May we see with unblind eyes
Spurred by dawn of pentinence
Pacify our violence.
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