It whispers. It slithers. It’s a night-flight of bloodsuckers, sudden-death black bats
It scorches. It sizzles. Insinuates drought; it’s a shifter and slider, mercury riding to an all-time high
It’ll burn dust to ashes, crush ashes to dust. Fry a dog on the sidewalk. It’s a stalker that withers the rose on the stalk
You feel the burn and the blister, the gasp of high pressure under a cast-iron pot lid, a Dutch oven stovetop simmer
It’ll dry you and drag you, buckle and crack the road under your feet
It’ll hold you and hurt you, drive red pins and needles under your nails, make you beg for relief
Drives red-and-white flashers seeking the stricken in some hellscape by Bosch
Oh, it’ll stroke you and choke you, this dome on the rock of the Anthropocene Age – it’s a steel-taloned dragon coiled on top of the breathlessly burning sky.
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