Marine Forecast

We wallow through the world white whales

in nature's gift shop thrashing tails

with jaws agape and stare surprised

when others curse our little eyes

that roll on either side but won't

see tentacles that lurk in front

and only Neptune who rules us all

cares that our hearts are large and full

Once haunted Ahab hunted us

for sins that ground his heart to dust

and those who hate like him will soon

be hoist upon their own harpoons

Though we can't predict how justice fares

we see our fate as linked to theirs:

Bound together sinking down

to where all whales and sailors drown