The Atoll

Albin (cont.)
And beached on poolside flagstones writhing help!
Silvio
Look theyve got radio detonated bombs
Strapped buckled fore and after dorsal fins
Giacomo
Each man for himself so dive dive and dive
Plasma
The baby dolphins vaporise great trick
Hector
O ruby quartz and diamond nanobots
I summon you to your ranked phalanxes
Float grey yet glittering fine crowds of clouds
Round Silvio Giacomo and Albin wrap
And whip sandtwisterlike as well sand burn
Their arms and legs and necks sandblinding eyes
And dig them foxholes undermining feet
So burying them neck high in sun baked sand