that sniff of orgone
when you drop it
Madagascar
lemurs tiptoe
all of us had to smile
at the pirates
wading in
over the mussel beds
cutting up their feet
singing as they came on
sitting picking shell
from their toes
not even stopping
to catch
the shining shellfish
that floated like jokes
at their feet
we cried these guy
are murder drum slo-weep for my soft pig
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