The whale song of the newly-weds is sung
where muffled creaking tore the plasterboards
now rings eternal baby’s racking cries.
The singers were once penitents of lust
chained to the body and the endless O
now skin near crinkles with the dried milk flakes
And Jonah is escaped and thanks his stars
who press him close to chest his easing pain,
two strangers with a whole new song to sing.