Whalefall
it’s a sort of grace, this death,
to build a whole world in the slender
curve of one’s rib, and new life
from the tender marrow of grief. When
those you nourish hear your
people singing in the sunlit blue-green
vastness overhead, do they
remember then? Are they grateful? Or do
they close their eyes and go on
blindly eating; content and oblivious to
the unending bounty of your love?
~~~~~
for @montereybayaquarium ’s deep sea december prompt ‘feast’
🖤🐋
