The heat creeps on you
stealing your sweat
feeding the beads that form
in nooks and crannies you
forget when the cool stills
your brow.
Now in the cruel haze of
a merciless sun the same
crevices run rivers and
your breath creaks through
scaled lips reeking of day-old
body odours aching eyes
shrink to pin-pricks of
painfully perceived light.
No respite in close of day
night brings more of the same
unrelenting radiation while we
vibrate to a slow mournful
resonance – watching our
body fluids boil away.
© 1 January 2007, I.D. Carswell
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