Tuesday Poem: "The Last Fluke"

The sea was once lover to the land,

caressing it with kisses

or biting it with passion.

The sea seeded us upon the land,

its siren song forever tattooed upon our genome.

From its deep heart it created malachite sculptures,

chiselled by reef and wind

and sacrificed in shards of white

to the beaches of the world.

And from these depths our cetacean siblings

sang to us, but we had

forgotten their lyric language.

Yet their forgiveness never waned

even as the last giant tail fluke

farewelled us as it sank

into the cauldron of poison we had created.