Here in Dancalan

It is all quiet here in Dancalan.
The waves seem to have stopped
stroking the beach sand,
the wind is sighing
at our torsos' glistening tan, and
the sun, hah!, he is blind to it all
sleeping perhaps, a little like us
with eyes closed, mouths full,
orifices opening, and yes...

aaahhh
there is really no sound
seeking Dancalan now.
The beach is quietly still
as it listens to our
sucking tongues sing one song
into two endangered sea shell cones.

3 April 1997
- for FRS