Baltic Grey Seal, Lithuania, 2016
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Baltic Grey Seal, Lithuania, 2016

Gordon Meade
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It is a sunny day. There are blue balloons
tied to the silver railings, and everyone is here,
dressed in their Sunday best. They are not.

It is a sunny day. There are blue balloons
tied to the silver railings, and everyone is here,
dressed in their Sunday best. They are not,
however, gathered together to celebrate.

It is a sunny day. There are blue balloons
tied to the silver railings, and everyone is here,
dressed in their Sunday best. They are not,
however, gathered together to celebrate
someone’s birthday. Today marks the opening.

It is a sunny day. There are blue balloons
tied to the silver railings, and everyone is here,
dressed in their Sunday best. They are not,
however, gathered together to celebrate
someone’s birthday. Today marks the opening
of my new enclosure. The water, too, is blue.

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It is a sunny day. There are blue balloons
tied to the silver railings, and everyone is here,
dressed in their Sunday best. They are not,
however, gathered together to celebrate
someone’s birthday. Today marks the opening
of my new enclosure. The water, too, is blue.
The rubber ring is red, but my skin is grey.

It is a sunny day. There are blue balloons
tied to the silver railings, and everyone is here,
dressed in their Sunday best. They are not,
however, gathered together to celebrate
someone’s birthday. Today marks the opening
of my new enclosure. The water, too, is blue.
The rubber ring is red, but my skin is grey,
just like the Baltic Sea in which I was born.

It is a sunny day. There are blue balloons
tied to the silver railings, and everyone is here,
dressed in their Sunday best. They are not,
however, gathered together to celebrate
someone’s birthday. Today marks the opening
of my new enclosure. The water, too, is blue.
The rubber ring is red, but my skin is grey,
just like the Baltic Sea in which I was born,
and, to which, I will never be able to return.

 

Author’s note:

The “Baltic Grey Seal, Lithuania, 2016”, is one in a series of 50 poems entitled Zoospeak, which takes as its initial inspiration the work of the Canadian photographer and animal activist, Jo-Anne McArthur, especially as represented in her most recent book, Captive. My hope is that the use of repetition, the first person pronoun and, primarily, the present tense, in some way mirrors the far too commonly used term, ‘Zoochosis’, which frequently shows itself in the behaviour of many zoo animals; walking in tight circles, pacing, swaying, and rocking.

 

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to preserve you in verse, sea turtle
ingesting plastic bags instead of jellyfish,
to plop you in this poem like a cradle or a tomb
is all I can do, forgive me, I can’t fetch
you a school of moon jellies stuttering like hearts,
I can’t teach you to tell polymer from mesoglea,
I won’t give up single-use needles,
I can’t dismantle the Great Pacific Garbage Patch,
I won’t sweep humans from every continent
’cause who’d then preserve you in verse, turtle bro

 

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