Poetry

Killing Whales

(grade five) I took on the whole class once, and the teacher too, Who didnt officially judge me, but who stared in such a way That everyone simply knew. Was about killing whales, and whether or not to ban (it wasn’t really a question). I said it was okay. I said go the harpoon. Partly some book I’d read, an adventure of stormy hunting. But mainly I assumed that I was being loyal to Dad. I stood up for Dad and whaling. That night I ran out to the shed. Dad was reloading bullets, which he made himself from lead…

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