A CURL OF THE WAVE

 

 

The Dead are dancing,

swooping down with joy.

They love Oasis.

Florida belongs to them.

They rule the night.

Lightning follows in their wake.

Thunder blows its trumpet.

We bow to their might.

You can see the joy

in the curl of the wave.

THE DEAD GAME

 

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