heat of day

The caravan men ended their day,
under cover of canvas.
"I found the heat
particularly exacting today," said one.

"Yeah, taxing the fuck out of us all."

"Yeah, demanding beyond all measure."

You never knew...

The silence outside
hardly breached,
as nothing dared to move really,
even at night,

The earth now just a canvas
to mold a new volcanic world out of,
furious flat geographies
and legends of shades on the other side.
An obsolete and dry wife,
a grand piano somebody sold the black keys off of.
extermination by decimation.

Will power? ha, in this heat? ya joking? fuck