Tuesday, September 09, 2014
you, the loneliest 200 ton blue black girl
in the whole world. ripple along
trusting any song is always
better than none.
notice even tempestuous weather ~
a punk rock hurricane or pattering globules waltzing ~
has some composer. know the way your food
sounds like celebrating African women
even if you canʼt see me
I hear you sister!
your wrong throated depth of 51.57 Hz
or the difference of 20 hurts
lower. your power
seeks a new ear.
my throat closed.
I no longer tried
until I heard your sleek cicatrix
muscled darkness calling
your own kind can’t hear you
calling out over twenty years
competing against marine noise
pollution; invalid frequencies;
forgotten migration paths
swim. your own thing
opens my mouth.
NOTE: Scientists have been observing a Baleen whale who sings at the wrong frequency. She follows no known migratory patterns, can not find other whales and has been singing alone for over 20 years. New York Times article.