The South Seas will forever spell
the comfort of home for a whacking
pelagic mammal of a whale. Many
a blubberless calf is born a third
as long as its mother, tail-first and shy,
without much of a family focus. The push-push uttering of cheers could
not have helped the labouring female
since she's not of the sort. And yet,
her delivery's on a special with the likes
of the Discovery Channel. - Let us drink to it,
oh-mother... assisted only by
an odd whale-watcher with a camcorder
brought along to the equator.
Water's breaking. Ocean's pink with blood
like a lipsticked kiss. - Ditto! Jackpot of
a million dollar baby: marks' stretching,
flesh padded, skin insulation's proving massive,
humongous birthing canal's gaping, swollen
expedition's commencing, streamlining hairless,
cooling off, sweating; the calf's gasping for air or
snacking before lunch, gaining weight as
a matter of course, gorging on milk as rich as
a double quarter-pounder burger served with
nuggets dipped in mayonnaise, volume's getting louder;
newborn's screaming. - Suck up, porky!
Skin's folding over from the outside in and
the inside out; milk-fat, lack of thereof and then
back aplenty, excess weight tucked in well
with no need for tying up the privates.
What's the deal with that sort of thing anyway?
Squeaks are muted by water pressure, belly's
getting bigger, not smaller, wonder why;
50% butterfat ought to be fattening.
Umbilical cord pulls down like a mechanical
pulley adding to a terrible headache from
the sniffing of gas of ships' and
motor boats' passing. Said in passing,
"she must be gestating", all the time,
sliding down oil spills, paddling with greasy flippers,
gas fumes' sniffing. The ocean's big so it seems
for each pod of females wallowing in heavy waters.
Wallowing male whales with their willies
wiggling wayward. Ocean's wavering waves
wobble; willy's floating on flustery blubber.
Fat fiddling; weight hauling; flotilla of floats afloat.
Cargo of shrimp fruit-loops and then she
goes hungry. Another sugar low, mind
in distress, always. A tuna chip delivery
has been made, squid dinner, dessert squid and
that's finger food only without the television
to take your mind off squid.
Herring casserole rolling along the tidal belt
of rocking kelp. Smell of fish and the call
of a female nearby. - Don't you just love that sound
of a female streamlined and swaying fishlike,
voluptuous, with excess volume whacked
by the hormones? Wallowing females from
an overweight pod paddling along in sync
into the Hollywood sunset, like a fan-club
of blowhole musicians including calves
and mothers with nipples tucked in, eager
to communicate by echolocation
with male whale heart-throbs.
There are Whalebone whales, Razorback whales,
Right whales now all but nearly extinct,
Gray whales, Finback whales, Blue whales
largest in their group and
weighting 130 tons on average,
the Sei whales, Minke, Bryde's whales,
Humpback whales, Toothed whales,
Narwhals, White whales known as Beluga,
Sperm whales, Pygmies, Beaked whales,
Cowfish whales - among the rarest -
Bottle-nosed whales, Goosebeak whales,
gregarious and solitary small-toothed whales,
Killer whales, Pilot whales, common
porpoises going far up rivers, Black porpoises,
Ganges River dolphins, Chinese dolphins,
Amazon dolphins, La Plata and Bottlenose
dolphins, Risso's dolphins, our neighbouring
Pacific dolphins, Hourglass dolphins,
White-sided dolphins.
Whale go-girls get to wear nylons only once
as a matter of fact. Fish-net stockings -
fit for their own early funeral fishermen's style,
although the species' hind legs are absent and so
there isn't any incentive there to look cool
at any cost. What a useless death it is
for a happenstance aquatic swimmer.
— Hey, let's not lose perspective people !
Fishermen are specimens of an omnivorous
creature scanning oceans and rivers for food.
Yes, we do kill to go on and we do take life
whether casual or torturous death
makes any sense to you bud or not.
Did you hear that sonar? Let's hope she'll not go there.
That must be the military blasting away at
illegal aliens floating toward the shore
of an all-American dreamscape.
Signals cut through this water-world and
beep off the laser-guided promise
of a residual income for the happy-go-lucky
who happened to be still alive.
