We all stood quiet as they pulled the baby out, br Not a primordial gurgle br Out of its still-clay lips. br Somehow, the mother wasn't bawling br Or crying br Or whimpering. br br She said she heard the whales wailing br And an open sigh from woven star sky br And her little one br Treading along the golden shore, br Picking up seashell trinkets br And the light grows brighter. br Then we all saw it, br Like we were witnessing it on Imax.br br K.