Indestructible
Till eleven o’clock you are perfumed
in the sweat you were born with.
At five, you stink of the sweat
you deserve.
No relief from the heat.
Just the melting
of external barriers.
A slow leak has the sun’s
white hot salinity
spilling into the horizon’s water table.
Coloured dusts of landscape
scatter
under the wind’s rug-beater.
Sounds seem
a sepia enactment
of summer’s past
the slow bark of an axe
the crackly dial tone
of a chainsaw
a suburb away.
A blowfly in the kitchen
stops and starts
too punch drunk to remember
the rhythm
of its drone.
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