Burning heat day

 + burning heat day +
A crazy kind of heat
Salt lines on business shirts
Taste of sweat on upper lip
Hear twinkling water on a barren street
The slightly mad roll out
Heat has done them wrong
Sun an omnipresent tyrant
Torturing us all to fresher madness
Sparrow of my mother
Head dipped in prayer
Asking divine intervention
For us baking sinners here
As the weather forecast
Is for continued high temperatures
A chance of brimstone by Sunday
The fires of hell for all eternity
Preached from atop the pulpit
As if we even care
When the local swimming pool is full
Every millimetre covered with a towel
Water beading on back evaporates
Before the swimmer has the chance
To feel uncomfortable on burning concrete
Is another summer day
Another do nothing find some shade day
Where dogs crouch in any shadows
Birds refuse to fly
Only sound the buzz of cars
Airconditioned insulated travel
From the hot hot world outside
Looking through the windows
Only seeing the world
Not feeling heat through pores
Wash of sticky sweat
Served up to pedestrians
Moving in zombied rhythm
Along the sweltering street.