And slowly I approached the village
When I
heard them from the coast –
Maladies for melodies –
I glided over sand, a ghost
I felt a
fire flickering
Behind the
pitch black dunes just when
I saw them
with their instruments
A shoal of oily fishermen
Violence in violins
Disharming me – I guessed that sooner
Or later
they would realize
Their life
was pointless with no tuna
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