dolphin poem 3

On September 1st, 2010, dolphin hunting season opened in Teiji, Japan. I have not seen "The Cove", and I don't think I want to. I can imagine the type of propaganda that it includes. But I can say this: anybody who would kill a dolphin (or a whale) is beyond the scope of my ability to understand. And the way they do it in Teiji is beyond my ability to appreciate.
This is the third of a line of daily sonnets for dolphins I hope to post for at least the next two weeks. 14 14 versed poems for dolphins, for humans, for our relationship to one another.


If we can't learn to talk to one another, how can we ever hope to talk to God?





And I bled for you.
And my blood sank into the deep of the blue.
Thick like black ink
Upon the pages of a child’s comic book.
And it settled all of my final cries,
My confusion and pain,
My anger and the betrayal of your killing.
Such joy as I have in seeing you I have rarely felt,
I have rarely known,
My twin souls from the other side,
Where they do not dive.

If you had asked me,
I would have told you:
I bled for you.