The flensers are out on the dock
In the darkness flood lights switched on
For the sake of the crew
We thought it was over
But loftsson the rover
The whaler the sailor
Knows what he must do
Slaughter and torture
The whales in the water
Let the harpoons cut into their soul
Drag back their bodies their whimpering
Solace
Clearly remarkably losing control
These angels were out there wanting some
Fresh air to fuel their starved bodies
But what was the cost
Drowning or crowning their soulful endeavour
But tragically blood loss and agony cost
Their lives torn a sunder grenades
Thus exploding
A terrible loading and goading as well
They came with good heart but were struck
By good aiming
Their hearts then were flaming as they entered
Their hell
My heart goes out to them such incarnations
Wasted me thinks on a trip far away
Through fjords of misfortune where darkness apparent
Devides those who love life with all the decay
The flensers are striving to counter the diving
For their flesh is needed to chop and to freeze
The japanese sushi requirement is freshness
Such a garbled mentality lost in the breeze
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.