I never knew that they could live solely on land.
In such great, huge, applauding numbers.
Now... I... Tilikum,
am gonna torture and kill, the next one to stand,
over my depressed, drooping dorsal; encumbered.
Blood... hair... silicone.

I can still remember the day I was caught.
In a purse seine net, webbed with regret.
Never... to... return.
They lured our parents away, they wailed, they fought.
But, our black and white futures, had already been beset.
Tears... still... burn.

I'd heard about them from my mother.
Telling h(a)unting stories after she broke her fasts.
Hunting... to... survive.
She said that eating 'Otary' kept us from eating one another.
And, how the circle of life, turned, to keep the future ahead of...