Tragic irony of it pilot whales lost at sea a
Plastic-infested pollution-infected sea on an
Overheating planet so who’d blame them really and
Humans who caused it all driving the survivors back
Into the man-made cesspools of the seas and soon no doubt
Crowdfunding campaigns on Facebook compulsive tallying of
Likes and shares and then the celebrities and God help us
Influencers (no such thing as bad publicity) jumping on any and every
Bandwagon the pilot whales lost from sight in a flurry of
Too little too late just like after Rachel Carson’s SILENT SPRING and I am one who
Read it nodding in assent so is my voice now grounded in my shame this poem just
More too little too late the irresponsibility of inaction my
Shame at the dead whales having lost their way
Stranded on a sandbank in Tasmania their death-throes on the TV news in
Real time as the phrase is now not virtual reality or some such
Convenient deflection from life and death our fellow creatures still there
Dead and dying as I and we look on.