When killers kill in captivity,
on what grounds do we found our alarm?
We tout the attraction’s pernicious descriptor,
but quail when the whale
proves our promotions as true.
From where do we conjure our shock?
A tank for an ocean,
entertained gawkers for pods,
the buoyant exclamation point of a
trainer’s fatal misfortune,
and we become magicians of wizardly magnitude
for the surprise we materialize.
Do not suppose to safely hold the lightning on a leash.
If trying to capitalize on creation’s nature to kill,
do not expect to quell the killing
nature of the whale.