on myth, legend, and hypocrisy

Being on the second day of muharram
He opened a conversation asking about the empress of the south sea
She replied with a story she claimed to be true
I didn’t even bother to set an ear at first
I vaguely caught the earlier part of it
It was in the eighties and on batu hiu pangandaran
When a shark which i more likely to believe as a whale from her description was stranded
People believed that it was the empress’ ride
They were afraid of her and command themselves to obey all the superstitious rules
Yet, they apparently care shit about that poor fish or mammal if it were infact a whale
They slaughtered it and took the meat
Mimi told us that the meat would make a terrific oil
I become more certain that it was a whale
I become all ears and condemned those beasts
I imagine that poor whale hyperventilating while people sliced its body parts
Cruel. Brute. Bastard.
Then a vivid image of me all modern and call crap of all the things i can’t see
digesting baby shark meat that i refer to as delicious but a bit too salty
That was approximately less than two years ago in Jogja
Hmmm...
And the hypocrit would be...