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Who Knows Where the Joy Goes by May Sarton

Who knows where the joy goes
Knows we're killing the dolphins
Somewhere far out to sea.

Caught in the tuna nets
The gentle dolphins drown,
They, no man's enemy.
(Go down grace, go down Freedom.)

Who wakes from a nightmare
Hearing a faint scream
Knows terror at work
Somewhere far away.
(Go down grace, go down Gentleness.)

Who weeps without reason
In a sudden seizure
Hears a terrible silence
Half the world away.

Is the last dolphin dying?
Is there no friend left?
Are we here alone?

Excerpted from Letters From Maine: New Poems by May Sarton, 1984