Friday, June 23, 2017
Ongoing
The heat has gone
mad of itself,
a rager.
All the ACs explode.
People awake soaked.
Somehow, more aged.
Everything outside and in
stinks.
Sun looks doubled.
Sky, metal rubbed.
No one complains,
too shaken.
A woman dies catch-
ing her breath.
Soon, many do.
Corpses pile up and all
too exhausted to try
doing anything about it.
Roger tells Sissy, “Let’s just
jump on the pile.”
Lovers!
But they expire
trying to climb.
No sky then.
Sun horizon
to horizon.
Labels: future, heat, heat wave, killing heat, lovers, raging sun
