A whistle is an anonymous tone blown, from a bio-socio-megaphone
Sexless, non-ageist and quite possibly unique to humanity
Just a simple declaration, from the mind, stroke, the brain
Sent through the lungs, throat and face, till it’s free!
Why…
An old grandma, in Arkansas, can shrill a trill, you can’t ignore
A sumo man, based in Japan, can wolf-whistle you to the floor
A courting teen in Stroud, can rasp her call proud, through the crowd
And a London gent, could perhaps prevent, an accident, by tweeting aloud
Each call heard by everyone else
Each designed, not to mislead
But each could not identify
Which mouth, did each deed
Wait, what? You don’t whistle? Why?
You can’t? What do you mean?
You must, you’re a grown-up now
A new way to transmit your meme
Or…
To awaken sleeping policemen
Converse with alert sheepdogs
Announce you’re here or there
In country fog, or city smog
Listen, a whistle can hide you in white noise
Transmitting covert intelligence that annoys
Cryptography in the street, is quite a feat
While fine-tuning, your crooning in the aether, discrete
(To the audience, secretively)
Here’s the thing…
It’s a special way to sing
There’s a reason it evolved
But, which is, not yet fully solved
We inherited an advantageous behaviour
To communicate, whilst hiding our accent…
Our culture… or our intellect
It’s our binary bark
With all clues about, our status taken out
Perfect for communication, with whoever is about
Shakes matter and energy, of any wavelength
Or in the dark
See…
Man has his own code discreet, to drill or tweet
To survive defeat in, the cloud, field or street
So, of all the universal languages, we articulate
It’s the one I rate, to communicate, our fate