Jonah
I hear a sound with body, a great whale,
A giant ship, a sinewed vessel
Undulating in vicious clouds.
It’s mechanisms creak
And echo
Returns back to me.
I am alone in the whale.
Its mouth is a thousand miles wide.
And I sit with the long fingers which filter krill.
Too big to be swallowed
Too small to be bothered
Its dark and you are not with me.
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You have captured loneliness and fear in this surreal poem. I like the image of the whale as man made (mechanism and ship) and, yet, so human (sinewy) and the baleen described as fingers. Eerie and escapable!