Baby Risso’s
Bright believably fight
Taiji had grabbed them
Dragged them along
At the port they were sentenced
But they didn’t belong
To their deathsTo the throes
Their bodies chopped fine
Others sent back
To sadly decline
Tears so apparent
Sounds everywhere
Lost souls alas
How is it fair
Broken and knowing
Their parents would die
Under the tarps
As the gulls always fly
Those taken back
All on their own
There to be eaten
Down to the bone
No parent teaching
Knowledge not now
Death would be imminent
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.