Life and Death on the Canadian wastes (written for a Canadian friend Heidi)

All these stories,
as a babe, we’ve heard them
clearly its an aura
of regret
the savagery of death
its clearly on our minds
whats its like to
really fight for breath

the ice and snow
has a wetness and
shock factor
I remember when I left mama
and was born
she had carried me
inside her body
and finally
I had realised the Dawn

of Creation was upon me
as I journeyed out into
what was the wondrous light
such colour for the first time
brilliant colour
dazzled that’s the
word I’d use,
so bright

when mother opened up
that soft warm tissue of a door
the sweep of dire emotion
drew me back inside
her core
but out I popped
and slithered to a stop
the wind so raw
her pleading eyes for me to listen
carefully,so sore

was she, she bled
but gradually
recovered, her persona
really so to say
and in what was an uncontrollable
moment
I snuggled up and
beside her
I did lay

It felt like a banshee
so great and marvellous
the light so bright
more than my eyes could see
that great landscape of ice
just somehow did entice
me closer to mama
decidedly

Life was an immense
shock for the system
her milk I do recall
was rich and sweet
warm, and the coming storm
of my emotions
lying helpless at my
mothers feet

Yesterday we had pure life together
we were living
bouncing near the sea
today in lakes of blood
we lay tormented
beaten to a pulp
unfortunately
a tragic stone cold silence
hangs across us all
my form reflected in the
blood of those
around me, who were murdered
by the gangs of heinous hounds
who bashed and battered
underneath our nose

sinew strewn along the blood
soaked tide line
Gannets picking over
even they
mesmerized by the guts and scrawn
that stretched beyond
as if to warn
any living creature
that the Dawn
had clearly fell
on top of us and evil
had descended on us all
that dreadful day

instinctively those
latent thoughts of terror
had come to a conclusion
anyway
we gathered up what strength
we had and slithered
together and were swallowed
let me say
into its icy clutches
trailing blood we fell
the breath of life
was then taken from me
I just remember rolling
in a blackness
of course our graves
were deep within the sea

living on the frozen wastes
was bountiful
which clearly
I had
experienced before
A Seal has much to
contemplate
the seriousness
How life and death
can happen in a day
though what’s it for
why God in all his wisdom
gave us pelts of silky fur
and the ice and snow that mean’t
this was the way
Did he realize the evil
of the man tribe
Did he ever think
how low and base they were
Did he ever look ahead
to where we are in fact today
if he did then surely
we must now confer

for our whole race of
Seals is consigned
to mourning
the raptures we’d been given
have all gone
The man tribe wants
our skins and
wants our penises
and all this talk of life
was just a con!