People Call Me Tony (The Fatal Dive lament)

Anthony, Oh Anthony
Why didn’t you pass the test
At the wheel
Crash, “not exactly”
Red stuff on the water

Dick, nice job
Killed in the chop
Zodiac no help
Ann in spirals
Eagle eye blind
Flag flapping too far
Tom, Tom, Tom
Buddy indeed

What a mess
You all made
My afternoon shot
Loop on loop
Branches of the tree
Or sections of bramble
Again and again
Hearing your voices

One occurrence
Risk, duty
Probable loss

Deep pockets
Empty pockets
Depreciated truck
Reasonable person
Where are you?



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