Today at Cape Cross

Security is tight now
a gate there, is patrolled
its cold, the sea is rough
and its tomorrow
I am told
the slaughter, it is imminent
I wonder really why
the seals would not address the aura
if so many die
there must some vibration
some bio dynamic field
an area of negativity
that somehow must now yield

a kind of invisible clarion call
the blood, the guts the snot
clearly seals should sense this
and in a nutshell not
really want to be here
I’m surprised that they remain
with clearly so much fear about
they just must feel some pain
flailing sticks and ugliness
descend down on them and
crush them and despatch them
to a far off land
an aura of unpleasantness
an odour of such fear
a crescendo of such blackness
that never could endear
any living creature
to lay here on this sand
and not pick up the evil
that is very clearly planned