The Atoll

Miguel (cont.)
The champion dancer northern hemisphere
The ten pin bowling bright new shooting star
I cant believe my son is still alive
But I take your word gospel otherwise
Id crash asleep and never wake again
Salvatore
My limbs are weary from our sea ordeal
Relaxed to point of withering away
Our Dee has been resilient Ive no doubt
Shes finished her reception mind intact
Tomorrow on her racecourse honeymoon
While ten detectives scour the kidnap scene
Shell calibrate her workaholic groom
So take the edge off our glaring gloom
Gianni
As shes societys yardstick now on notched
Beneath a magnifying glass she yet snooks