Angel the albino Dolphin

Round and round and round

I go

like a carousel horse

in travelling show

they are wood

but I’m flesh and blood

Taiji museums favourite stud

my mother died a while  ago

when they stole me

so I grow

sadder really by the day

since they took my mum away

she was lovely

she was kind

she looked after me

helped me unwind

out in the ocean

taught me lots

that’s until that bunch

of snots

took us down

and here I be

in a soup bowl in Taiji

round and round and round

I go

nothing to do

no one to know

nothing alive

nothing to see

really no future

ahead of me

I’m the albino considered a freak

really the flavour of the week

in the museum, some human eyes

stop for a moment and realize

then they are off no one to care

the Japanese are not aware

Round and round and round

I go

clearly kept out of the flow

my depression it breaks my heart

such desperation

from the  start

why me I ask

why must I be

going round and round

continuously

its hopeless

its comfortless

wearisome too

there’s really nothing that

I can do

unentertaining

monotony

so uninspired

and fatigued, I be

its colourless, and  drab

a dreary hole

and I feel sluggish

is that the role

I was born to take

its insipid here

the repetition

gives me such fear

I weep and wail

but no one hears

that’s why I speak through Rex

my dears

my doleful look

my pathetic eyes

is how he begins to elegize

he is our friend a human bloke

who picks up the sonar

it is no joke

and can write it down

in his poems here

for he senses

all our real time fear