When the sun sets yet the heat doesn't relent
With an unnatural fever, our heads sweat
through sheets
We are weak
As stalagmites spring from our feet
Containing everything in a day that we didn't eat
completely
Turned to vomit,
Twisted in knots,
Counting backwards from 1,000
then the blood begins to clot
and those sheep freeze
Stuck to clothes; with luck some
they will never own nor owe
such sums
But what about us?
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