Soap Made Of The Old Whales

Deep in the currents that sweep the bottomless bottom
There are ropes tugging me home
Of flax and skin and hair and dust
And soap made of whale fat, the old kind
From the really old whales

I think I’d like to walk back
Along the bumpy bottom
A thousand miles from the air
Tracing my steps with the eyeless, breathing, floating plankton lamps

by Millys Scott

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Interesting perspective on life down under!