Fredrik
Milo
A fish in a sinkholeWaiting for the fleet to showOver flesh and fishbonesAnd the imaginary sand belowIn marshes wet and windblownSwimming but the fins (are slow)Swallowing the brimstoneNeedles in the throat (and bones)The needle is a reptileTurning narrow heads (and smile)Look for bees and sand fliesObeying but the will of the hiveA fly so young and callowCan never make a ship aglowBig fish in a sinkholeWaiting for the fleet to show...
From Letras Mania