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Leviathans From Venezuela to Maine's rocky coastyou follow ocean currents with an ease we cannot comprehend. Our kind has lost that kinship with the seasons of the sea. We chose the land and took it for our own. In our arrogance we mapped and named all the sacred places you have roamed as if mere detailed charts could prove our claim to murky waters deep and cold as space, it's beauty hostile to our earthbound eyes. You swoop and dive with unexpected grace. In your blood the pulsing of the tides. Our greed as devastating as harpoons, we slaughtered you for corsets and perfumes. |
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Lisa Janice Cohen, © 2001-2006 last updated: 01/15/2004 |