Imprisoned between cement walls, gentle angels from the sea, aquatic marvels of the open ocean.
You lept in joy.
You, your pod, your family dove to the deepest depths, rising and falling with the currents.
Witnesses to the ocean’s wonder with eyes of wonder and innocence, beyond the comprehension of any man.
Lives of freedom and discovery, simple pleasures of being in the openness with the ones you loved.
Now a trained prisoner, surrounded by dull onlookers in need of entertainment.
The sun pounding down, your eyes stinging.
Your hearts broken.
Angels of the sea in captivity.
Corralled by nets in confusion and violence, Ground zero: The Cove.
You did not understand. There are no boundaries in the sea.
There was no escape.
And if you could have, you never would have left your mother, father, lover, child, friend.
They took you and you watched some die, your child tossed over the net into the vastness, alone.
Delivered by casket-like cages, an innocent prisoner who obeys for the reward of dead fish, in hunger and loneliness.
You no longer live, but barely exist.
Like your brothers and sisters the Orca, you linger for hours, listless. The only sound, the beating of your dead heart.
Time is your enemy, holding you prisoner.
Death the only release.
Rescue a dream.