Blue Crab from Middle Caicos, Turks and Caicos Islands (c) Fraser Hutt
‘Hear ye, hear ye,’
the trumpet fish waved his long snout
’The Boss is anxious to sort things out.
He’s calling a meeting of all you chaps
to right a few wrongs, so perhaps
you would kindly make your way
to the reef at eighteen degrees South
by one four eight East
on Sunday week at half past four. ’
At the appointed hour Poseidon thumps his trident.
Upside down Jellyfish from Middle Caicos, Turks and Caicos Islands (c)The Hutts
You should have seen the throng:
of whales and sharks and lion fish
with cod and hake and herring;
anemones and sea slugs
sea cucumbers and angel fish,
coral, fighting shy of parrot fish –
it should have been a disaster
but I quelled them with one Godly look.
We’re here to talk, not nibble
you can quibble later. I’m having my say
and what I say goes.
We need to keep a balance
of species and varieties,
so you must control your appetites.
Give and be given, live and let live.
Fishing Litter, Blowing Hole Middle Caicos, Turks and Caicos Islands (c) Sally Hutt
It’s those blasted humans
who’re spoiling the ocean for us –
whose greed and careless waste
cause pain, pollution and worse.
That’s what we’re here to discuss.
Mutter mutter, argy bargy,
piffle, waffle and baloney –
after hours of fruitless discussion,
the God’s expression stony,
he came to a momentous decision.
What I propose is to intervene
with the Gods of storms and weather,
but most of all with the human race
to work together,
clean up our act,
save us all this bother.
‘Twas soon agreed by one and all
that it was worth a try:
the case was taken to Zeus, my brother,
and won – unique in unanimity.
(c) Vivienne Blake 21 May 2013
Photos taken by the Hutts when they spent 3 months in 2010/11 volunteering on the Turks and Caicos Islands – a British Overseas Territory