Saturday, June 22, 2019

A poem a day--Day 1--Grey Whale Die Off

At this solstice time I vow to write a poem a day for a solar year and post them here as I can.
(Although, when I decide to submit certain poems to literary journals, I'll delete them first from this blog.) Today I begin with the first poem of the cycle.


Grey Whale Die Off




Mamakocha ocean vomited 
160 Grey Whale corpses 
onto West Coast beaches so far this year.

The federal government is running out of space to bury the decomposing behemoths.

Scientist claim to have no idea why they are dying.

One Port Townsend couple with beach-front property “adopts” a whale corpse. It’s educational to watch it decompose. (Are we watching the species decompose?) The whale’s starved belly holds only bits of plastic and lots of eel grass, neither of which is part of their normal arctic diet. Desperation food that does not nourish whales.

A whale expert postpones alarm. First, he questions, “Is there any relationship to climate change? Does this link to any factors that might affect other species as well?”

Questions that reveal cluelessness about our interconnection on this blue-green planet rolling through the universe whose super-novad stars constitute our bodies. Our whale bodies. Our human bodies. The sea womb of life on this planet, the seawater red in our veins.

Our star dust bodies course seawater blood, yet we forgot the name of our Mother. 

Some stardust-seawater bodies called “human” manipulate decomposed dinosaurs into plastic, pollution, burning belches from factory stacks, car, truck, train, ship exhaust.

Forgetting “All Our Relations” some stardust-seawater bodies mass-produce deforested chemical pumped cows’ farts heating the globe.

Global heating climate crisis in this cauldron of planetary soup that is cooking us all.

Will someone please turn off the stove?

In the Salish Sea Native Americans sing and drum to killer whale Orca cousins and their still-born babies, slipping them a ceremonial salmon, hoping to stave off whale extinction.

Extinction Rebellion dances and sings a street closed in front of City Hall in Portland, Oregon.

We the people declare a climate emergency now now now.



 About this poem 

Inspired by personal experience and the following news reports:







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