Last Whale, Dreaming (story)

My only experience of whales comes, like most of us, from television. I’ve always been fascinated by the vision of a whale, with that intelligent eye staring from a wall of flesh, seeming to take an age to pass the camera. That vision was the inspiration for the poem. It is based on the dreadful thought of there one day being a last whale, dreaming of a peaceful life – and death – and the company of another.