Jane Gibian














one part for singing







one part for singing







oceans sleep in hollows between land / where plastic
particles float tirelessly / becoming smaller, become
small / grown weighty with heavy metals / passing
 
into krill, in to them, into fish bellies
   / into these
bird guts / sliding into greater fish gullets;
into those dolphins / in to this whale song, male
 
song that alters subtly each year / as all men learn
and sing the same unearthly song / echoing against
hulls and buoys / one part of the sperm whale’s nose
 
for breathing, the other part for singing / great gyres
entwine in the north pacific / evaded by
supertrawlers
evading jack mackerel quotas / spreading into fine spicules
 
of frazil ice / near the only island with mountain peaks
tall enough to generate clouds / circle the protrusions
in cupped hands / between cupped hands of sea water