Heat eats time. Heat sits, placid
monster, pale and bloated,
a vapid balloon across the land,
filling its maw with hours,
ambitions, appetites, joys.
It knocks birds from the sky,
cats from their windowsills.
Gardens sprout thermophilic
weeds and nobody cares.
No one can swim in the lake scum.
All the fans have broken.
Fighting is futile.
any knight who dares apprach
falls stuporous and weighted down.
Remember the cold?
Once upon a time
it stretched its fine boned hands
over us, and what did we do then
Never again, we cry.
O never again will we complain
of its kind and gentle blue-frost smile.