Thalassa Whale Fishery

The sun beat down on the desert so wide, Dust choked the air & the townfolk cried. Crops turned to ash, not a stalk left to stand, So they called on their best, their bold ranchin’ man. We've got no bread but have metal & flame, Board this here spaceship & hunt in our name. Wrangle the beasts, bring a feast to our land, For the fate of our kin rests in your steady hand. The seas shimmered with critters unknown, With scales of bright copper & eyes cold as stone. He lassoed the beasts with a net made of rope, Their roars shook the tide, but he fought through with hope. Some say it’s just conquest, to claim & to roam, To steal from the wilds & bring riches back home. But his heart held a vow, to the town he’d be true, For their hunger was his & their dreams his to do. Oh ride cowboy ride, ‘neath the heavens so vast, To Thalassa Whale Fishery, where starlight is cast. You stole through the deep, slew a whale for our greed, Brought blood-soaked bounty to sate selfish need. -Rebecca Rose