In The Kibble Palace

In the Kibble Palace with its dazzling statues
And glass dome, reading a poet I've just come across,
I learn that under ice the killer whale,

Seeing anything darker than snow, falls away
Then charges, smashing the ice with his forehead,
To isolate seal or man on a drifting piece

Of the floe. Imagine those tons of blubber
Thrusting up; tail curvetting
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