Flax

Fish climb up the net
To revenge the sea lioness
The fisherman up on the deck
A wrinkled turtleneck disappears
In a cloud of smell
A little fear on a sea shell

All the water here will stand
All their umbrellas are broken
All their castles made of sand
Your fish belong in the open
A bathysphere
An abandoned yawl
A leak in hell
And a body falls
Overboard.