SUPER-POD NO MORE
Chris Packham commented and there is a condemnatory article in The Times today.
It also carries a photo of the harbour water ‘rich’ with the blood of the slaughtered beached Dolphins. It is hideous and it is said that the islanders freezers are already full with recently slaughtered Whales.
There is local condemnation, to be fair, by the islanders but what possesses a significant number of people to herd them into a harbour then kill these beautiful and defenseless creatures I do not know. It is senseless.
I have visited these islands and they are beautiful too. I have friends there and they are lovely people. They have their traditions and they are fiercely proud of their heritage. Some still cling to past customs but in this day of available good food there is no need to eat toxic whale meat.
There was a Grinddadrap when I was there and this is why I wrote this piece.
THE LAST BOAT RIDE
Taking the last boat to Nólsoy
the soothsayer proclaims, will be
a mistake. Heads turn, eyes widen,
What! Why? Today the sea looks kind,
glistens, bounces the sun back, murmurs.
'She that gives, claims the sea toll fee'.
Taking the last boat to Nólsoy
you can see the undertaker's(
grey hat; a misty mantle hides
the tears that descend on Tórshavn
skitters them across to murmur.
'She that gives, claims the sea toll fee'.
Taking the last boat to Nólsoy
you can feel pain, feel the hurt, see
sadness as waves bounce back and forth
echoing the taking of time
laden years as screams drown murmur.
'She that gives, claims the sea toll fee'.
Taking the last boat to Nólsoy
the sea roars, calculates a fee;
there it is, blood in the water,
pharmaceutical cocktails swirl
plastic whirlpools conspire, murmur
'She that gives, claims the sea toll fee'.
Taking the last boat to Nólsoy
see the contempt in man's progress!
'She that gives, claims the sea toll fee'.
John Edwards (C) 2017
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