Dewey Hicks 1900-1918

Dewey Hicks 1900-1918 It burns, burns still. This sweating insidious fever. This slippery revolting slide Down down down into the hole here! I’m on fire mom! More ice! Strawberries, sweet strawberries! Please, please something sweet, something Something cold, some ice Yes, ice for my parched tongue! I can still taste! I can still hear! But, but I can’t see. Dear God, where are you? Dear mother, I need you now! Please, please, some ice for my lips, my flaming tongue! It burns! Burns! Sunset screaming, screaming! My voice yelling hurling invectives! My glove, my hat, my ring, And over there by the door Her sweet sweet photograph in a glass frame! Strawberries! Sweet strawberries! Please please my tongue is scorched! Down down down into the hole here. It burns, burns still.