Dying Thoughts Of A Beached Whale Poem by Christopher Woodall
Dying Thoughts Of A Beached Whale
I lie resting half into the sand
And she pulses against me
As softly as the edge of the sea
Envelopes the edge of the land;
She pushes but never overmounts
My naked flank like a rock
Or the sunken support of a dock
Stuck just where the tide runs out
And the blank dark ceiling above
Shows vision and memory
That astrology and astronomy
Reveal, but these are alive with love.
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