Beached Whales (revisited)

Beached whales are merely
Lost souls in need of a savior.
Encode the sand,
A condemned fingerprint.
Imprisoned in the innocent open without the key.

The visible cure; cool and refreshing.
Only the tails pierce its fluid skin.
The sun's outstretched rays;
Their massive bodies ache for cleansing.
Struggling for escape
From imprinted graves
Ripens to futilility.
The exhaustive tears the only taste of relief.
Comfort Death's compromising side-effect.

As they cry for release,
Red-shirted men come in hordes
Providing the promise of Deliverance.

A quiet man strokes one giant's leathery skin,
As the majority heave the others from impending death.
Restoring life as they knew and lived it.

Their indebted moans echo the waves