The first words
that Earth heard were mine.
I taught seagulls how to sing.
Before God fashioned humankind
or the land of Eden, I was King.
The mighty shark makes way for me
And the squid, with her thousand arms,
surveys my kingdom cautiously,
for fear that I may do her harm.
But I am David of the sea. . .
A bard with baleen dithyramb!
T'was Homer, learned his trade from me,
whose epic poems predated Man.
And yet, within my verse resides
the secret lore that Plato knew. . .
the place where great Atlantis lies,
in all its splendor, crusted through!
I am Leviathan, sleek and black. . .
The racing porpoise Pelorus Jack!
The throat that swallowed wise men whole!
The bone that broke Nantucket's soul!
The nightmare that poor Ahab knew
The harpoon mark that scars the blue
of a breast filled up with mother's milk
and spills vermilion on the silk!
I am the whale whose spiraled horn
protruding from his bulbous brow,
portrayed him as a unicorn. . .
a tale hard-put to disavow.
And whales who would the will to fly
on wing'ed fingers over the sea
their full sopranos pierce the sky
with siren songs that sing to me.
For, I am Gaia's other child
who tends her flock with a tender sweep,
who smiles for you his monstrous smile
And sings his verse, from the briny Deep!