Dolphins Smile Even When They’re Dead

You have the underworld inside your waters.

See what color the sky turns now, when you

Scream with metal.

You put red on your shoes.

A death sigh, underneath, white belly raised like a prayer.

He smiles a garden of roses. (You can’t speak the way he does).

A sound of crashing symbols.

The wild in your hands, go on.

Take and take and take.

She smiles to where the abyss goes,

She smiles at the ribcage of the sea.

Does Not vs. Will Not.

Breathe.

Go down to the autumn leaves,

Wear disease like a fall jacket— September burns cold.

A planet blushes on your tongue.

You feed the death to someone else. Counterfeit.

Greed in your pocket, it’s not enough.

Next September.

Next September.

(about the annual September dolphin slaughter in Taiji Cove, Japan)