Whale Bones

Put your ear to those bleached ribs the way you listen to blushing seashells those staid supports that formed the echo chamber for a worn old heart and perhaps you’ll hear a proper song. Not the distant splish-splash of the tide that wavers in and out of a seashell but the belly-deep groan of a melody built out of bones as old as that sea the leviathan’s cry amongst the endless waters weaving its way home.