Summer Solstice


In the wild wind-whirl

to the right to the left, up and down

garbage swirl.

Light lethal fumes

dissolve the flesh of men.

The souls

hurrying to leave the bodies

they thirst but don’t find water anywhere;

they stick here and there as though

birds in lime twigs;

they struggle in vain

until their wings can’t endure it.

This place shrinks and shrinks earthen pitcher.