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Paul Kiritsis, PsyD candidate, DPhil., MA (Psychology), MA (History)

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The Old World: A dedication to the Cetacean Intelligence

Paul Kiritsis - Saturday, November 19, 2011

 

Dedicated to the whales and dolphins, the cetacean intelligence of the seas…

In a time before this

everyone spoke the same language–

The mountains, the seas, the wooded forests of the earth,

the stars the rule over our fate,

and even the zodiacal beasts

that lay entangled in its web.

 

Then, they were all as One;

they conspired with one another

like cells of a single body,

as if they were bees gathering pollen

for the sweet sake of a greater cause.

 

They satisfied their unquenchable thirst

for mead with the same tongue;

they partook of the same knowledge

in much the same way that the

fearsome Graeae, sisters of the Gorgons,

shared the same eye and perspective.

 

Back then blood feuds and odium

had not coagulated in the amniotic fluid;

there was only a single hermaphrodite in the water–

absolute, lion-maned and narcissistic

in its own love and fancy.

 

The left side was Man, the right Mother Nature;

those star-crossed lovers of the sea

shared the same heart and lungs,

and even the same sentiments.

 

He would rub her underside,

she would nuzzle his chin.

They watched the star-spangled skies

each night as they kissed

adrift on a grey-bearded

and froth-filled sea. 

Sometimes she would get

overexcited and thrash about,

frightening the wits about him;

she never really contemplated

the supremacy of her own being,

or the far-reaching consequences

of flexing the long fibres in her muscles.

Her willpower churned like a black hole,

disarming his urgent ego and every other.

Sometimes they would squawk, bellow,

chirp, screech, or simply talk nonsense with one another;

at other times still they would seize, possess

and gnaw at each other’s bodies,

or mimic one another’s thoughts and emotions

like the lyrebird, that master of guises–

nothing was stamped private or confidential.

Telepathy was their golden Word,

and inflections of pronunciation simply irrelevant.

When invoked, the Word was like a knew-jerk reaction.

He spoke and she changed into a mermaid;

then she whispered in his ear

and he orgasmed like a saltwater geyser.  

They would spiral out of control,

going faster and faster,

until they were bumped off their slanted axis.

Life was quite like an embryo then,

a rambling supernova in saltwater solution.

Everyone understood words and explosions.

 

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