That heavy
Deep, oppressive heat
And you have death
On your lips:
But how do you know
About death
At all?

This heat it makes me
Feel like someone
Suffocating me
With so many pillows
I cannot tell
Quite how many

I'm sick
Of humid
Brutal heat
And such revulsion
You are not
To speak of death
When we are on our way
To such a sacrifice.