Balaenoptera Borealis

You are rare to breach the sea An ostracised colossus, mistaking Dry land for relief Two involuntary organs Asphyxiate beneath their weight Two involuntary organs Two involuntary organs Blow! Lo! Blow The general has burnt our boats He is stiffening our resolve He is narrowing our berth Blow! Low blow You had a bird in the hand You had bleached ribs on a beach We had a hand in this We couldn't beat a retreat The body remembers The body remembers We called, and heard only ourselves And then nothing, nor anyone Geographies flattened and dissolved We resolved: here be dragons Blow! Lo! Blow The general has burnt our boats He is stiffening our resolve He is narrowing our berth Blow! Low blow You had a bird in the hand You had bleached ribs on a beach You had a hand in this You had a hand in this You had a hand in this You had a hand in this