The Atoll

Silvio (cont.)
Not one soul would miss any one of us
Giacomo
Ive swung the periscope full circle thrice
And factored out what look to be oil smears
A picture postcard is all I can see
Were at sea level stranded on some sort
Of coral island wrapped round its lagoon
Paolo
The splintered crates and fractured flasks slide on
Now washing from the hold our way in pools
We must abandon quick the narco sub
Silvio
Move pronto gracias down the nose cone end
First Giacomo undoes the batoned hatch
And lets the lady Gloria squeeze on past