Whale Song
The seas of home
Once teemed with life
But now I drift for miles alone.
I sing but there is no reply-
Have the human’s killed us all?
Am I the last beyond recall?
No, I hear the answering call
Echoing out from miles away
A friendly voice above the storm
From without the depths
The answering songs
are fainter now than ere before.
We live amidst man’s detritus
The heavy metals poison all
Thus our proud line falls.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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