04-11-2015, 03:21 PM
Tilikum’s wake
He’d confessed to us cellmates the night before,
about his priors, and what’s more he’d cried for help—
from a tortured blowhole un-cowed:
“I killed them in warm blood, it’s true
but it pales to what I’m about to do.
Have you seen the kids in the crowd?”
Our Blackfish family circled ‘round
in a finite glass surround painted like ocean, singing,
“come on Tilly, you’re talking silly,
we’re all in the same boat,
keep swimming Tilly, keep swimming Tilly,
keep swimming, keep swimming, keep swimming.”
It’s no use pointing tailfins now;
we’re not the ones who trained him
to breach for reward.
He’d confessed to us cellmates the night before,
about his priors, and what’s more he’d cried for help—
from a tortured blowhole un-cowed:
“I killed them in warm blood, it’s true
but it pales to what I’m about to do.
Have you seen the kids in the crowd?”
Our Blackfish family circled ‘round
in a finite glass surround painted like ocean, singing,
“come on Tilly, you’re talking silly,
we’re all in the same boat,
keep swimming Tilly, keep swimming Tilly,
keep swimming, keep swimming, keep swimming.”
It’s no use pointing tailfins now;
we’re not the ones who trained him
to breach for reward.