they crawl off the floating
highrise cross a tiny plank
and fan out like ants
swarm its alleys and grey stone
thoroughfares spreading
like blood from a bad wound
overrun shops
pick restaurants clean
surround its mountaintops
follow a hot and sweaty
highway that circles
the island
then disappear back
into their giant nest
as the sun sets
the bones of Mykonos
picked a little cleaner
bleached a shade whiter