Wail Poem by Dan Brown

As the depths of the sea stir with their song,
atop the waves, something’s wrong.
Totally oblivious they are to the threat,
as closer and closer to the surface they get.

‘Twixt icebergs and canyons they hunt and play,
unaware that, on this occasion, they are the prey.
Intelligent and graceful, yet still they must die.
Beautiful hunter, to brutally hunted, in the simple blink of an eye.

Her elegant back breaks the surface, barely visible to see.
But seen she is, and time is up, for this magnificent mother-to-be.
As the shot of the gun fills the air, the ocean resounds with her wail.
The haunting, lonesome sound of a desolate, dying whale.

The biggest body on Earth, wracked with unparalleled pain.
Anguish, distress and loneliness, torturing the World’s biggest brain.
Unceremoniously is she rescued, dragged in by the tail.
These heartless mechanised archers very rarely fail.

Once, she was the most graceful creature you could ever have found.
Now, though, she lies bleeding; a desperate, dying mound.
And as that piercing blade punctures her lung,
her last haunting song has been sung.