A blue whale’s heart







A blue whale’s heart 



It was a grey afternoon. 

A grey afternoon. 

When I received  

The BOX. 

Labelled: 

FRAGILE. 

It was heavy. 

A bit hairy. 

Tainted  

with cracks and holes. 

The delivery guy 

must have dropped it. 

I took it. 

I had pity 

For the man who carried it from Arizona. 

And passed away. 

So that the box  

Could be here. 

 

It was a grey afternoon 

A grey afternoon  

When I received  

The NEW HEART.

 

A blue whale’s heart 

Made of glass. 

Full of scratches. 

came first class. 

 

And I said

It’s like the eel’s migration to the Sargasso Sea. 

Eels travel 6,000 kilometers. 

To the North Atlantic. 

To lay their translucent eggs 

By the time they get there, 

They die. 

And nobody knows. 

Why. 

Why the Sargasso Sea? 

Why not 

Anywhere else? 

And sometimes I say 

It took me so long to find you. 

And I travelled for so long. 

And when I made it to the Sargasso Sea, 

It was too late. 



But you, 

You took the blue whale’s heart. 

Put a blanket over it. 

You stitched the pieces together. 

Back then  

It looked hilarious 

How I thought it would be safe 

To live in a buffalo’s fur  

How it lent me its skin 

And you told me

The story of a grain of sand 

Born from a wound and erosion 

the erotic touches of waves and winds 

From something breaking over thousands of years  

To become  


       Glass  

                   And soil  

                                   And  supercomputers 

And what’s life if not  

A slow rupture,  

Hundreds of imperceptible earthquakes  

 infinite splits and microtears 



And you said 

I can hear over 2 miles away  

the whale’s heart is m o v i n g  s l o w l y 

And every day 

Something dies in the Sargasso Sea. 

So that new life 

Can begin. 





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