How the indigenous respect animals

Communication happens we know
Out of fulfilment
The punctillious flow
Respect for each other
And deep understanding
Great acts of courtesy
And a good landing

Indigenous people
Projected their feelings
With animal spirits
In a good tempered way
Keen to pay homage
And thus to acknowledge
An outcome and offering
In which each would pay

A spiritual relationship
Clearly was present
Born out of respect
For a need that could be
Fulfilled by a passing
And a ritual thereafter
Preparing the reincarnation
And we

who harpooned the great whales
Or speared the marsupials
Never a female with baby
For they
Disrespect creation
And ongoing spirits
And the wishes of both parties
On the given day

To lie on ones deathbed
And to be transported
Ahead of the angels
Down to the blue sea
Under the umiak and to be feeling
Each whalers heartbeat
And where they be

In the great scheme of things
An exchange it does happen
A harpoon a spear
An allegiance of sorts
Fidelity constant
To give to receive
Respect at the outset
A marriage of thoughts

Both parties profit
They give for each other
And reincarnate
As a wolf maybe so
Perhaps a goanna
A roo or a bowhead
Either way
Both can be
Back in the flow

The birth of the totem
The principled offering
The unsullied untarnished
gift of the age
To give up ones flesh
To accomodate others
And to then know ones bones
Will form a new page

In the annuls of life
With respect to each passing
There is a commitment
A magickal sense
But nowadays killers
Pick out the females
They go against nature
And so they commense

Upon a dark journey
Of corruptibility
Shameful for profit
Worthless villainy
The Japanese whalers
The minke mothers
Harpooned with infants
Inside them they be

The roo’s with their joeys
And pinkies emerging
Torn down by shooters
In the dead of the night
No respect ever given
Just murderous evil
The future is violence
Calamitous blight

All animals feel
The great need to replenish
To replicate life forms
To reincarnate
The indigenous culture
Has honestly known this
And holds in high esteem
The power to create

The slaughter of whales
And the murder of Roo’s
Is still going on now
Such despicable news
Such contempt and disdainfulness
Its wholly wrong
In the grand scheme of life
It can never belong

It isn’t sustainable
Not any more
The will of the spirit
Comes to deaths door
With no gift to reincarnate
And therefore
A death thats not warranted
Not any more