The Wind Symphony On The Venecian Gondola

The Orchestra on the Venician Gondola In the aquatic streets Translucent bubbles ascend. The steel instruments blow soft kisses to the sky. Each button trains the lurid forms into eloquence. Mutliple colours beam forth. The water mirrors the sounds With its pallor, blue ripples. Frightfully the boat overturns, Pulverizing the animals with its capsization. The contents pour into the bath of viscious water. They dry off and go home to play their poker and take their shits In the cave of their property. They sniff the huge waste Of their toils. Such is the rubble of every day life For us all. Then death.