The Atoll

Silvio (cont.)
Eyes saw your head go under cresting waves
Thrice capo Giacomo why that sour note?
Are you not likewise joyed to see me live?
Giacomo
Don Silvio a skin cancer doesnt care
For green ink prison tattoos mine are safe
In two hole poncho pilot whale grey pelt
Silvio
And I think melanoma luxury
This present crisis needs quick remedy
Do you have news of our Chupacabra?
Giacomo
The low tide having ebbed its nadir niche
The narco sub is perched shes still one piece
Seesaw beached on a coral island reef
As if in provident dry dock entrenched