Tongue Stones (Megaptera Megachasmacarcharias)

Giant Squid

What was the catalyst, the final offense, that forced her presence 
 To intervene, to make known, this planet of stone, is truly her bone 

 And her flesh, ripples with troughs and crests 
 And our lakes, are her breasts 
 And her veins, quench our thirsts 
 But we pour our filth in first 

 Our judgment came not in flame, but in flood 
 A crawling lake of brine, thick with oil, thick with blood 

 Beg for, forgiveness from higher ground 

 Scents of cetacean serpents carried for miles 
 One baleen grin hides another serrated smile 

 When, pectoral fins block out the sun, all is lost 

 For those out of her reach, she'll swell rivers into the creeks, 
 Pushing creeks into the streams, until the highest lakes boil and teem 

 Torrential flows carving pinnacles clean 
 We are debris from which god's hands filter feed 

 When new shores lap at our highest peeks 
 The world as we know it will flow past their teeth