Smote Asunder

During the hot, I get to where there is sun and it is like a heavy weight

hath smote me asunder. My brain doth the melting out

onto the ground and

I let it.

I give myself unto the heat as

I might give myself unto a great steak god or

chicken-jerky prophet.

I am on the ground and I am of the ground.

I am part and parcel of it.

I do not do

the frantic running after critters as

Runts are wont to do. I temporarily forgo

any enterprise that could lead to

excessive tongue-drippage.