earth shadow, Poem, Poetry

Gene Groves

The Whale Speaks

Humans say they research us.
We research humans, in the interest of science,
as we patrol the seas, observe habits.

When spotted we plunge down,
sing our anthem,
warn our brothers and sisters.

We watch from the deep,
record your short lives with our saddest tunes,
know dinosaurs died out.

Gene Groves lives in Northumberland.  She had 35 poems in Flambard New Poets 2. Poetry published in Pre-Raphaelite Society Review, Prole, Popshot, Amsterdam Quarterly, The Interpreter’s House, The Dawntreader, Dreamcatcher, As Above So Below, Writers’ Cafe, Orbis, Obsessed With Pipework, Diamond Twig and The Cotton Grass Appreciation Society.

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