Smooth skin boys in naked black
Where air
is just so scarse
and rare
With sharks and monsters at their backs
The fondle shells like dreams of treasure
They hunt
Through blades and mazes
sharp and blunt
To penetrate air with wonderous pleasure
They feel death and dying, like the guilty hung
So many songs these sirens have sung.
They grip wealth alone in the darkness dead
Leaving Sophia’s Pearls on the ocean bed.