The Atoll

Salvatore
What were you thinking when you savaged us?
Miguel
I good as tacked a bullseye on his back
Though he refused to wear a tuxedo
Ive much as murdered my poor darling son
By squeezing that showy wedding into blanks
Of our official black appointment book
Paolo
No Miguel your boys pretty much alive
I saw him scramble over sharp edged crags
Of coral on a lucky sudden swell
Miguel
But I tell you the fourth time I thrust up
Above waves my soaked head I saw my son
And Silvio fighting foaming thick wave crests
Paolo
From my perspective I assure you folk