Published in
Feb 8, 2024
The whale (or, Ode to Kurt Cobain)
Faith of the whale, explorer of dark waters
Feared by life’s sailors, rises to the surface
to sing his eternal song.
On a moonlight’s ray, drifts his sad
condoleance. While the sailors sleep
and hear his song in their dreams.
Then grasped by a hand, pulled
to the shore. It’s being too heavy
For superficial life
And as he lays dying, still
always singing, His body
is already being divided
While they carry his parts
To their concrete cities, nothing
remains, but the myth of his song.