Today's poem is Right Whales by Sally Bliumis-Dunn. It is read by Mihku Paul.
Right Whales
In the underwater photo,
because they have no dorsal fins,
they look like long, narrow stone slabs
floating at varying depths,
stepping stones or ancient stairs
down through water to the plain of sand
where bones of other whales lie buried—
this is what we’d hoped for you
not like the unlucky whales lost in krill-pink clouds
where lines from buoys to lobster traps become bars on a cage.
I saw a photo of one, a rope had caught its baleen comb
jigsawed through to the jaw, torn the creature’s fluke;
they said it took weeks
for the whale to die deep below the surface—
that the nearby fishermen hosing down their boats,
could have no idea.