Killing a whale 61 and 62

Daggers drawn
A smouldering rage
An angel rises off the page
Its painful feelings
The last straw
As the cannon harpoon hits its core
Great wrathfulness
A tantrum torn
Tears of rage
Before the storm

Piqued and gailed
Offended by
The bluster And the
Wake of sky
The unfuriated incensed soul
Who goes berserk
Losing control
Glare and glower
And snarl and spit
Quiver with rage
Where does one sit

Disturbed so by the bloodied bite
Its under the skin
And Such a fright
Goad and taunt
And exasperate
Half in half out
Embittered fate

An icelandic millionaire
A prickly touchy
Fractious bear
Roaring in the surf and swell
Whose blood is boilng
Now in hell
Unsmiling sulking man o war
Peevish, like never before
Raises his voice
Such an affront
The great whale dies
its
The final hunt

Baffled and broken
The crimson tide
The swish of sinew
From deep inside
We rouse our ire
Our dander too
And We know the fire
Is now with you

Stop those boats
Let them lie
Tied up in harbour
Lets watch them fly
The sea birds cackle
One by one
The gauntlets down
And in the sun
Whispering souls seek
To believe
That so many out there
They will grieve

They will sing their elegy
Reaching hearts
Where ere they be
Grabbing hold of tears that have lain
The syrens call
Was not in vain
The harpoon’thrust
Great swells of blood
Rush skywards
An eternal flood
A great fin whale rolls painfully
Bound for Japan
It seems to me