THE LOST GRAVEYARD OF WHALES

by Gary Jurechka   Oct 29, 2005


We will board massive ships
and sail to where the wind
is so fierce and bitter that it can
strip the very nekedness from the soul.
We shall seek out
the lost graveyard of the whales,
where the great sea-beasts go to die,
where a man can become rich
from collecting ambergris,
where a man can become lost
in the womb of primal ocean ice
and dream for a thousand years,
awaiting the thaw's resurrection.

circa 1995-1998(?)

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