Beached Whale

A poem from January 2017

I'm lying on a beach in Cornwall

Full of blubbery goodness

It must have been that wrong turning I took at Albuquerque

It's uncomfortable

I can't move

Struggling for breath

I seem to have attracted some attention

Some people are sorry for me

Others just want to take a selfie with me

I don't feel much like smiling for the camera

Some idiot sprayed graffiti on my body

I can't see what it says

I feel like I'm ebbing away

So long, and thanks for all the fish

I must be delirious

I'm seeing strange visions

I can see girls being trafficked for sex

I can see a war zone

I can see people beating up a boy because of the colour of his skin

People swallowed up in a powerful delusion

I can see a vast ocean where species squabble over ownership

I see the workers uniting but having nothing substantial to fight for

I see humanity lost

Disappearing up its own backside

Self imploding

Arguing over nothing

But they are the intelligent ones!

It must be my brain

Starved of oxygen

I see a white tunnel

I see light

I see loving arms