Davion, you rest
Behind the alabaster walls
With your flesh for the necropolis
On deck, where the feral fish rise
In search with pruney fingers--
Only neighbours here
Are half-brained albatrosses -
Galloping, gurgling around ―
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸? --
