I was that baby

I was that baby

warm inside my mother

perfection was my order of the day

unflawed , unblemished, immaculate

in every single way

swimming in the ocean

everything sublime

mother warm and gentle

as through the depths she’d climb

blowing salty bubbles skywards

on her way

defiant of the whalers

who wanted her to pay

she was always peaceful

enjoying halcyon days

always a non combatant

never short of praise

somehow near the Faroes

intervention came

a battle and a skirmish

she was never to blame

they dragged her drove her shorewards

tore at her like thieves

cut into her violently

nobody believes

the ferocity of humans

the ugliness they cause

the dark side of their being

they seldom ever pause

I heard my mother crying

sobbing from her soul

I was in a warm dark place

still under control

but she was clearly labouring

close on near the shore

and men were now attacking

over her did pour

cutting at her body

she was screaming so

for miles the cries went seawards

as blood began to flow

I heard her she was saying

that there was nothing she could do

she said sorry to me several times

and I had to take the view

it was over in this incarnation

once  beached and she was gone

the blood stopped going through me

I was now upon

the sand all vile and gritty

and picked up by some boy

some wimp some child of satan

and looked at with pure joy

life for me was over

I see his ugly face

I could feel his sticky fingers

he was just a disgrace

he pawed at  me

and laughed at me

as I was dying there

my mother she lay cut into

Neptune  this can’t be fair

she never ever hurt a soul

why did we have to die

these faroe islanders are a bunch of scumbags

and thats no lie