by Elizabeth Hensley
Human Ghosts tread near the Earth In mock of how their bodies trod. But Whales were never bound to Earth So when they die they do not plod!
They rip the Star flung Sky apart! They breach above the Clouds in mirth! And shriek a song of victory. Over the Ways of heavy Earth! Freed from their prison of Whale-Flesh
The Sky becomes their Ocean bright. Instead of Plankton in their mouths They eat the sun ray's golden Light! They graze among the Worlds and Stars
Evolving higher gentle Pod! Until at last their Deep Wet Souls. Intertwine with God!