LET ME SAVE HIM
RUTH VICKERS
We have to do this,
We have to separate him from his family.
He will not survive out here, not with those cuts.
A baby among his pod, who cannot swim, will surely perish.
A questioning eye meets mine,
He is scared, he is hurt, he is wary…
He is pleading.
Alone now he whimpers… Shhh… Shhh…
I will not hurt you, though you may not believe me.
To him, we are the enemy,
To be feared and distanced from.
Why are you taking me away?
A beast so young would scare most folk,
Not I.
I will help you, my kindred spirit.
I will cut these hateful ties from your fins,
I will pull the carelessly discarded bag from your throat,
I will soothe your cuts,
I will swim with you to guide you,
I will return you safely home.
I promise you this.
What else am I to do?
There has to be more to this story.
How much plastic can one ocean hold?
There is no time to waste.