AUGUST
picking your teeth with the bones of the consumed
the world looks alive, but inside dead
roots and tap cling to borrowed time
the ground’s cracks and sores exposed
lucky leaves sing for joy, while the reaper lingers near;
friends crispy, crunchy at their tips
the sun’s battle has been won!
this horrid moment holds death’s hand
OH! gully’s depths you cry of thirst; sullen doldrums soul you swell
vulcanized talons scream, grasps the weak, undulates beneath
millions of tiny green swords turned skyward in rage,
as the helianth leans to console
the clouds perched as astringent soaked balls,
on the icy cold touch of suffocating skin
the wind dry and choking no relief does it bring
No longer do we wait
