The Atoll

Silvio
Si lets blow dry the tinder hemp and flints
Your feral nest egg is the crab to catch
The sun shines out his scholarly rump else
Youll fish him from his trance and then well hang
The stuffed shirt from a coconut tree crying
Well smoke him like a roll of salami
Giacomo
Well counterweight him dangerously low
As if a catapult shot from the tree
Hell dangle from a supple young bough bow
Hector
Obey my whistled high pitched quick alarm
Go Chaser Suds and Diver do your trick
Albin
The pod of baby dolphins has leapt out
At us from somewhere deep in this cool pool