THE PEQUOD

Bill's reflections whims propositions and songs

Jan 22, 2018

a whale a whale a whale a whale a whale of a wailing song

a whale a whale a whale a whale a whale of a wailing song

a plot doth boil bubble brew

faith

 hope

love

have run askew

they know not these things they do

to innocents of the great blue

they stake their right to wrong

a wail a wail a thousand souls

oil spills black across the shoals

thirteen monsters pale pale white

alarmed now armed  engage their might

to fight to right this wrong

a whale a whale a whale a whale a whale of a wailing song

a whale a whale a whale a whale a whale of a wailing song

 the great blue turns black as ink 

life itself upon the brink

plotters ears failing failing

never hear the wailing wailing 

a whale a whale a whale a whale a whale of a wailing song

a whale a whale a whale a whale a whale of a wailing song

pale pale white of the deep

know faith

see hope 

with love

they leap

 swim the darkness lungs on fire

thar they blow till they expire

white to black to right this wrong

oh that spray of thirteen monsters

rose clear to sun above the waters

thirteen sink black deep in blue

thirteen did what they could do

fight to right the wrong

right to fight this wrong

a whale a whale a whale a whale a whale of a wailing song

a whale a whale a whale a whale a whale of a wailing son

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