The Atoll

Giacomo (cont.)
Her shoddy diesel engine gaskets fixed
Or rather healed by magical technique
Attested by grease monkey Dino si
Theres not a shard of broken glass aboard
No sealed flasks line the pristine wooden crates
No sign of coke tequila met the eye
I guess drained down propeller shafts and lost
On lobsters gropers krill clouds and the like
Whose primal jitters can be scarcely sussed
Weve hit lowest point of low tide I believe
And life is on the up well catch high tide
And slip away first sunset onset thrilled
Silvio
Our precious cargo ballast burley flushed
Away in clouds to nourish schools of fish