• Burning coals, hot fires
    The very beginning of all desires
    With nothing cooling ever in sight
    A glacier might melt, it just might

    Tight skin, jutting bones
    Skulls with sockets all hone
    The bleached whiteness and chalkiness of her skin
    Can turn red with a light p***k of a pin

    The humans all roam
    The oceans still do foam
    With righteousness around the corner
    Justice, just another former
    What shall we do?

    Water pouring over rocks
    The red hummingbird does mock
    With beats thrumming in the humid air
    I conclude, it’s all just not fair