Dali’s greying waxed
moustache. His high life photographed.

Starfish, Nemo, purple
resin shark—then
cacti, cave, prehistory.

Unreal city,
cleanest on the coast,
your bankers

frankly advertise
wealth management.
Death and taxes

have their ministers
here, the deep’s
contained and

on display and
Dali in his diving bell
dares you to question

his papal status
in this haven.
You can’t deface

the currency he has
already brazenly
defaced, but deep

in the dry hill
the cave retains
its answer.