A Scorcher
I
sweat
Ahelgany and Monongahela
scorch down my face.
My lungs toil
as woefully inadequate
bellows
enslaved in the blacksmith's forge.
Air is exchanged
Breathing but a memory,
as the Sun continues its
aggressive interrogation.
My body a blunt
lethargic chisel
carves out with somber devotion
hot iridescent granite
blocks of heat
with each step I take.
Pressed to my brow
water and rocks fill
the goblet.
Precious droplets of well chilled
soothing elixir
resuscitate my soul.
Water.
More precious than Sovereigns.
More intoxicating than Absynthe.
Sigh.
I
sweat
Ahelgany and Monongahela
scorch down my face.
My lungs toil
as woefully inadequate
bellows
enslaved in the blacksmith's forge.
Air is exchanged
Breathing but a memory,
as the Sun continues its
aggressive interrogation.
My body a blunt
lethargic chisel
carves out with somber devotion
hot iridescent granite
blocks of heat
with each step I take.
Pressed to my brow
water and rocks fill
the goblet.
Precious droplets of well chilled
soothing elixir
resuscitate my soul.
Water.
More precious than Sovereigns.
More intoxicating than Absynthe.
Sigh.
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