Milo

[Verse 1]
A fish in a sinkhole
Waiting for the fleet to show
Over flesh and fishbones
And the imaginary sand below

[Verse 2]
In marshes wet and windblown
Swimming but the fins are slow
Swallowing the brimstone
Needles in the throat and bones

[Verse 3]
The needle is a reptile
Turning narrow heads and smile
Look for bees and sandflies
Obeying but the will of hive

[Verse 4]
A fly so young and callow
Can never make a ship aglow
But big fish in a sinkhole
Waiting for the fleet to show