A Song For My Mother, The Whale
Where's your baobab, way up high?
(Dancing in the branches under moonbeam skies)
Where's your father, drowned in gin?
(Clogging up the pores where the snails crawled in)
Where's your cormorant, on the sky?
(Falling to the forest when its batteries died)
Where's your mother, far away?
(Fighting with the kites for a bail of hay)