Three mischievous logs lie on the gravel
in the dreary middle of a showcase
on shocking ways of aquatic survival.
Valisneria waves to the burnt face man
and he says, take a breath fuckwits,
I want to see you breathe, he says
And as if to the sound of trumpets
One lazy log rises above the rest
to middle water. A kid pounds the glass
then moves on, the albino crocodile’s
next door, eating lamb, the man is steadfast
take a breath dammit, go on.
The missing blue-eyed link investigates
each corner and settles ignorantly down
with its antique grinning blue-eyed mates.