“Here we report the discovery of a vast whale necropolis
in the Diamantina Zone… extending about 1,200 km
along the sea floor.”
—Peng et al, Nature, June 2026

No law forced them to end here
except the gravity of the moment
life swam from them, fleet as a sailfish.

They found themselves in company.
Bones making room for bones
with the familiarity of old friends.

Tradition says to leave an offering.
But what bouquet could compare
to this deep-sea cornucopia?

This field of wreaths the whales
nourished from their own flesh
falling, flowering?