the great stain a picture comes to mind sent to me by claudia

This is more than just a fucking massacre

its dark, and so related to those who

take the natural colours of the ocean

and the carnage of the angels clad in blue

they sweep the waves and playfully

torpedo

in unison blessed clearly in the light

nirvana is the meeting place

of dolphins

everything about them

shines so bright

the faroes are dark islands

full of  wickedness

with a hatred for the pilot whales who ply

they too have a comradeship

the pods close knit and beautiful

and grinds that form see many of them die

the bluest calmest ocean can be transformed

stained with  blood that pours out of their souls

they rendezvous close by

nobody knows why

but the faroese

then exact their vile

controls

and looking down from up

beyond the clouds what can we see

the bodies and the lacerated

bobbing helplessly

cut to ribbons by the butchers

the sadists for they are

the nastiest evilest trolls

that ever walked who came to scar

who came to plot the ravaging

of the angels of the sea

the pods the complete families

slaughtered mercilessly

sinew bones and banks of blood

squirt into the brine

froth up in the wave formation

really its a sign

of the squalor of the moment

that stain that all can see

there before the gods

great Pontus now he be

alongside Neptune

thrusting through the coral

now to where

the dying bodies trodden on

by islanders who dare

cut into their organs

expose their inner parts

as streams of blood  flow seawards

from badly broken hearts

culture there’s no culture

and Denmarks navy they

have interfered and hurt us

tried to make us pay

for what is their emotion

their carnage and their role

in muddying the waters

with the sinew and the soul