Galapagos

marine iguanas sat punk ragged and spat salt
black grey gremlins with bile minds and shuttered eyes
sea evaporating on pallbearers lips

a bay distant on an empty beach
I stood in shallows
only a knotted handkerchief away
from being my Dad

and watched in growing awe
as a fish eating tuxedo sculled towards me
circled my submerged ankles
then rushed harpoon beaked between my knees
like a subterranean wine waiter
splashing my black and white world with beautiful brine