CETACEAN STRANDING
nobody knows why you do it
this full-throttled intent
to beach, this premature step
in evolution from sea to land
did your leaders lure you here
with silky promises of
squid and cod, then
leave you floundering in
the shallows of their deceit?
or did you hear the cries
a child might make at night
to draw you here, despite
low tides and radar warning?
or did sonar static,
like onset dementia confuse,
‘til kamikaze-like & shore-blown
by anonymous wind divine
you flatlined,
adrift on terra firma?
Your bulk and burden
too heavy for our hearts
to bear
