In the Heat-

They say one stone sharpens another;
I think not -
There is no edge, just brittle cracks
of splintered bone.
In the heat,
A cruel sun bears down on burnt valleys,
And a dry breeze blows away the ashes
Like a swarm of starving locusts.
The tongue swells and pulsates
like a slug gorging on stretched avocado skins.
See the great house upon the rock
devoured by mold, termites, and sludge.
The leader of the pack falls to shame,
The raving clock upon the wall bursts into flame,
Look now
Upon the red hot scars
Flashing through your brother's skin:
Find them on your own.

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