Fire From the Sky
Fire from the sky a burning July sun
In worship of flesh this scorching heat strikes.
Rant river of sweat from every pore run.
Every tranquil cloud spent in tempered skies.
Frosty dawn gone from my memories
Remembering not, those cold winter days.
Odious, abhorrent sun roasting me
Making each movement a labor of blaze.
Taking my breath, waving firestorm fills air
Hot air seals shade, a reprieve hard to find,
Etch bright shade burns, to give no relief there.
Sitting to rest is hot work of a kind.
Killing this sun, oh, this fire from the sky.
Yet, hotter is hell, souls surely there fry.
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