The people down the beach are green and black.
Yes I can see them but you can’t.
They are on every beach.
They talk a lot about the weather.
They say “it is thunder and rain.”
I say “Hello, how are you?”
They say “get fucked.”
They say “you are going to die.”
They are going to take away the sun.
They say “the end is near.”
What they say is true.
They say to prepare a house in under the ground.
They say “by the island. The island is in earth.”
They intake your breath to live.
Trans. note: written after a holiday to Rainbow Beach