Tuesday, October 19, 2010


The whalers
Ignoring all warnings
They hunted long after the Summer
When the sun kept the pack ice
From forming
Hunted into the Autumn
Because the money from the harvest
Kept their employers warm
They reaped a slaughter
And sowed disaster
For on the Autumn wind
The winter storms came
And brought the ice pack
And with it
Their ship became trapped
Their slaughter was worthless
As they froze in their beds
Waiting for Spring
Starving for comforts
Their faint hopes fled
With every reminder
Of how far they remained
From their home shores