Also sorry to be pedantic but a few corrections to be offered to The Last Leviathan: My Heart it has been rent.... This morning the sun did rise, in a crimson north sky... The ice was the color of blood and I heard the wind sigh I rose up to take a breath... And now that we are all gone, there will be no more hunting The big fellow is no more, and it's no use lamenting What race will be next in line, all for the slaughter The elephant or the seal, or your sons and daughters? Some of these corrections are minor, some change the meaning of the song. Powerful song. Gloucesterman