All these stories,
\nas a babe, we’ve heard them
\nclearly its an aura
\nof regret
\nthe savagery of death
\nits clearly on our minds
\nwhats its like to
\nreally fight for breath<\/p>\n
the ice and snow
\nhas a wetness and
\nshock factor
\nI remember when I left mama
\nand was born
\nshe had carried me
\ninside her body
\nand finally
\nI had realised the Dawn<\/p>\n
of Creation was upon me
\nas I journeyed out into
\nwhat was the wondrous light
\nsuch colour for the first time
\nbrilliant colour
\ndazzled that’s the
\nword I’d use,
\nso bright<\/p>\n
when mother opened up
\nthat soft warm tissue of a door
\nthe sweep of dire emotion
\ndrew me back inside
\nher core
\nbut out I popped
\nand slithered to a stop
\nthe wind so raw
\nher pleading eyes for me to listen
\ncarefully,so sore<\/p>\n
was she, she bled
\nbut gradually
\nrecovered, her persona
\nreally so to say
\nand in what was an uncontrollable
\nmoment
\nI snuggled up and
\nbeside her
\nI did lay<\/p>\n
It felt like a banshee
\nso great and marvellous
\nthe light so bright
\nmore than my eyes could see
\nthat great landscape of ice
\njust somehow did entice
\nme closer to mama
\ndecidedly<\/p>\n
Life was an immense
\nshock for the system
\nher milk I do recall
\nwas rich and sweet
\nwarm, and the coming storm
\nof my emotions
\nlying helpless at my
\nmothers feet<\/p>\n
Yesterday we had pure life together
\nwe were living
\nbouncing near the sea
\ntoday in lakes of blood
\nwe lay tormented
\nbeaten to a pulp
\nunfortunately
\na tragic stone cold silence
\nhangs across us all
\nmy form reflected in the
\nblood of those
\naround me, who were murdered
\nby the gangs of heinous hounds
\nwho bashed and battered
\nunderneath our nose<\/p>\n
sinew strewn along the blood
\nsoaked tide line
\nGannets picking over
\neven they
\nmesmerized by the guts and scrawn
\nthat stretched beyond
\nas if to warn
\nany living creature
\nthat the Dawn
\nhad clearly fell
\non top of us and evil
\nhad descended on us all
\nthat dreadful day<\/p>\n
instinctively those
\nlatent thoughts of terror
\nhad come to a conclusion
\nanyway
\nwe gathered up what strength
\nwe had and slithered
\ntogether and were swallowed
\nlet me say
\ninto its icy clutches
\ntrailing blood we fell
\nthe breath of life
\nwas then taken from me
\nI just remember rolling
\nin a blackness
\nof course our graves
\nwere deep within the sea<\/p>\n
living on the frozen wastes
\nwas bountiful
\nwhich clearly
\nI had
\nexperienced before
\nA Seal has much to
\ncontemplate
\nthe seriousness
\nHow life and death
\ncan happen in a day
\nthough what’s it for
\nwhy God in all his wisdom
\ngave us pelts of silky fur
\nand the ice and snow that mean’t
\nthis was the way
\nDid he realize the evil
\nof the man tribe
\nDid he ever think
\nhow low and base they were
\nDid he ever look ahead
\nto where we are in fact today
\nif he did then surely
\nwe must now confer<\/p>\n
for our whole race of
\nSeals is consigned
\nto mourning
\nthe raptures we’d been given
\nhave all gone
\nThe man tribe wants
\nour skins and
\nwants our penises
\nand all this talk of life
\nwas just a con!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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