The Heat

The heat sultry like a weight of skin Saps my sinews and melt my bones I am drained by the old legacy of sin The trees too droop on sizzled stones And from the black face of the street A steamy billow rises like a net for fish Or some bolas at my crumbling feet Makes me want to run by only the wish This is the tropic daytime when the sun Its gasses pour and route men to sleep This iss the tropics where life still goes on While the heat my strength like harvest reap And do you say there it hotter burns than This? And this the distant heat of that The immovable furnace of unreconciled man Frivolous around the fire like a glad gnat