A sunflower in a ram’s skull transcends decay…and the heat.
Slow black maggots sludge over the ram’s skull O’Keefing the living room,
Bodies feeding on bone.
Sweat like sad glitter cast upon my skin, limp before the fan, an etiolated
Ghost. O tropic stick,
Muggy unbearable zone, humid brutality, summer of sick!
Even the ink
Perspires onto the page, creates only damp, empty poems.