I bleat a plea to the world
as Antarctica awakens from the slumber of winter solstice.
Sun’s rays stretch across the bleached panorama
and paint orange the peaks of polar mountains, once determined as earth’s limit.
Science has since dispelled ancient explorers’ charts;
there is no ‘end of the earth’.
I despair the fortunes of this season.
The flat sea sheds its blanket as icy shores host huddling penguins in communal congregation.
The thrill of brill seduces hunger to their shoal, sustaining summer’s sanguine seals.
Blizzards long swept away, bequeath azure canopy o’er frozen pole
as upon the horizon glints the Mechanical Marine Mammal.
Summer spawns continuous light.
The mating season conjures satellite colonies where I charm my selected harem of seven.
I farewell them to the water’s edge, as I laze and incubate the gift of consummation.
I fret as the Mechanical Marine Mammal ploughs closer to my shores.
Seasons mirror seasons as history repeats.
Never will I eradicate memories of my family’s bloodshed in the reddened waters of nature’s sanctuary.
I am helpless.
No-one will protect me, though many voices try.
Human kindness falters to nature’s slaughter.
A further thousand seals cry, whimper, and gasp their final breath –
their fate sealed by the sealers’ spears.