Summer is the time for
Burnt offerings made to a Sun
That cannot look at you
Without sucking you dry.
That smile, that burns
In its scorching benevolence:
Truly derisive
In it's universal bonhomie-
Its complete impartial indifference.
You are merely another.
And he likes you, well and good.
It is only your folly
If you dry yourself up in vain
Every Summer.
An Animal’s Lament
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O maker of stars, of sky and sod,
Shall I call you God? Or simply nod?
Is Allah your name, or one of disguise?
Or just another mask behind the skies?
But I c...
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