The Atoll

Angela chants (cont.)
It hurt me horrid you would surely think
Brain haemorrhage poor man some kind of clot
Of blood in his wise head a blown nerve link
I shied away from him and then got shot
Of his ingenious presence charming wink
In my wrecked ship the hammock loop and knot
I pluck a fan and sponges green and pink
The silversides and sardines swerve and roll
And a school of silver tarpon hurtles
And at them near flap forth two green turtles
On quarterdeck four crimson lobsters stroll
Moray eels love mad whove struck a jiggle
Green heart groove in grit it gets a giggle
Act 2 Scene 1
Paolo
Hey Gianni wise up now and quit your sighing