I walked the tunnel length
of a whale's rib cage,
looked into one whitened socket
of her ghost of an eye.
The awe of man-sized bones, stripped
of fat and tissue, shorn of the muscle
of the deep blue cruise
of an underwater colossus.
I was disoriented in this giant's shadow
of a skeleton, joints held together
wire to wire, this lifeless reconstruction
does not reveal the whale hunter's nihilism
of sharp harpoon or his disbelief
in her invisible soul that echoes
in its hollow chambers of tomorrow
and salvation, calls for courage
as she sings out the last
of her ancient memories.
Image from pixabay.