Those Bloody Kine

Heat-mad we angle in perpendicular lines
to displace ray upon ray of sunshine.
Surely it can’t sun so much sizzling summer
the whole bloody time?

Those bloody bloodless kine!
Sun-soaked, sun-burnt skin,
crispishly thin.
Accompanying a longing, dripping wet with slime…

…to sweat out thought
And sweat out time
Whilst shady Hades
Advances
Slowly swallowing mine.