What’ll we do
With the beached blue whale
Washed up along the shore
Seems he’s all about stillness now
Where he was swimming alive before
A similar fate befalls us all
When we’ll be still as he
Rinehart thought for the longest time
Until an idea arrived
I’ll turn his bones into a giant xylophone
And they’ll ring in memory
He wasted no time undressing that whale
Right down to the skeletal frame
Carefully dealing with the assorted remains
In a very eco-friendly way
Letting the bones bake in the sun
Throughout the summer days
He built a seaside auditorium
A fine stage with a place to play
Then entertained away most weekend nights
For folks who’d heard the news
About Rinehart’s whalebone xylophone
Dedications that honor the blues
Blue water, Blue whale, Blue tunes… galore