Technically speaking a whale is a kind of spaceship
Except it flies through the sea And never goes anywhere near the moon.
But It is a spaceship. All you need to do is look And you can tell immediately That it’s a space ship, a space station, in fact.
Never trust a fact as far as you can throw it, And you can’t throw a whale very far. So let that be a lesson to you about space ships If nothing else. And there is nothing else.)
Whale - mega marrow moving mindlessly Towards the centre of nowhere With only the scent of something Remembered from history To guide it to its imaginary home.
While, high up, all aboard on the star deck The astronauts collect data on well lit computer interfaces About the whaleship’s pulsations and ambulations In order to keep the mighty beast from falling from the sky, Which it isn’t in or anywhere near.
Down each flank of the whale's smooth body Run strips of luminescence sending fingers of green Glow into the darkness Warning any passing space pods, shuttles or aliens (or families of shrimp for that matter) To give wide berth and risk no injury.
Slowly, slowly the whale ship descends And gladdens the heart of everyone Watching from the earth below Hoping for the safe return of their loved ones From the watery orbit.
As the whaleship draws in and bursts the sea's crust With its brow, a single plume of seawater Springs from the blowhole Between its laser eyes Spraying the bay with starlight And the crowd stands silent.