Whalesong

There are whales in my ear canal seas.
Your toxic sonic overspill is
hiking up beaching fatalities:
doubling, tripling, quadrupling.

Your toxic sonic overspill is
disorientating my whales. Interference
doubling, tripling, quadrupling
in cubic units of irresponsibility,

Disorientating my whales. Interference
unwanted, undesired, unacceptable.
In cubic units of irresponsibility,
you have breached your limit.

Unwanted, undesired, unacceptable.
Hush! It's calving season.
You have breached your limit.
Turn down the volume.

Hush! It's calving season.
My whales are struggling, still born.
Turn down the volume.
Clean up your sonic waste.

My whales are struggling, still born.
For all our sakes, STOP!
Clean up your sonic waste,
respect public aural space.

For all our sakes, STOP
hiking up beaching fatalities:
respect public aural space.
There are whales in my ear canal seas.