We can see from what he is wearing
He doesn’t need to kill
A beluga he can sustain himself
In his boat he isn’t still
Using skin and fur and blubber
Smiling arrogantly
Thinks he has the run to kill
Wild souls of the sea
A beautiful Beluga Snow White
Sallow pale
Now missed by his family
Grief stricken they all sail
The ocean. Depths without him
Their tearful sadness will
Be an aching reminder within and with them still
The inuit sits smiling at the camera
Unintellectual disability
Asinine and futile
Ignorance is obvious
To me
What’s he going to do with
This amazing body beast
Tactless impolitic
Is he going to have a feast
I doubt it
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.