Category Archives: Whale processers

Iceland 22

The blue the sleek the beautiful A hybrid was their cry Half blue half fin What I ask Really truthfully why Any whale should be flensed and packed In ice until Japan Calls off its vatious orders which is how … Continue reading

Iceland 145 and 146

Under cover of darkness The autumn moon Declares an interest That is coming soon The head of the fin On its bounteous flight To breathe in the air That it feels is now right That will create a willingness To … Continue reading

Faroes 21/9

the grind presents a massacre Of innocence over evil Creation must be stomping Around wondering now how This battlefield of coastal climes Clearly regressed to Earlier times When medieval warriors Pillaged raped and spilled With what is amorality Marched into … Continue reading

Iceland “hard to Port”

Hard to port A sea of blue Of slate A silent world On view Of towing back graceful sleek Dead whales Lost to the world One of the fails At their peek Yet out of time For the whalers Know … Continue reading

Iceland 143 and and 144 second poem

Music playing on the dock Music while they flense Puddles all about the dock Clearly the men are dense Clearly they lack respect for life Butchers of the sea Fancy getting paid for flensing flesh It sickens me They know … Continue reading

Iceland 143 and 144

The Hvalur 8 is docking Theres no let up for the whales The beautiful endangered fin Dragging their sinewy trails How perfectly onjectionable To treat them in this way Iceland lacks respect For living creatures And they say We shall … Continue reading

Iceland 140 and Iceland 3 more babies torn from their mother

With the sun coming out And yonder the sea Slate grey on this day Where the whale once so free Swam across oceans and ended up here In Icelandic waters where Clearly the fear Is manifest everywhere Endangered whales Are … Continue reading

Iceland 141 and 142

Another great soul lies quietly On the floor of the icelandic dock Where loftsson’s butchers are working Flensing away such a shock These beautiful whales were just swimming In the cold water and they Need the breath of the masters … Continue reading

The FAROES

There is no voice of conscience That can reach into these crooks No shame or remorse Just aggression and force Unregretting and obdurate Unblushingly they Murder in cold blood The catch of the day They are no saints only sinners … Continue reading

Iceland no 139

eyes watering I pen a rhyme This one really breaks through time A hugely pregnant female she Is dragged to the frensing dock to be Dismembered but before all that They are taking pictures For where she is at Total … Continue reading