Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Unnatural

It happened very suddenly.
World wide, the whales were dying out.
Experts called it a mystery.
Something was going wrong, no doubt.
At last, just one great whale remained,
Amid the forces that conspired
To make her lonely life so pained.
She swam the waters, sick and tired.
Poisons soaked around and within
Her massive body, burned and scarred
By encounters with means of men.
Surviving now was just too hard.

The last whale beached herself to die.
All man could do was wonder why.