The Heat is On – The Poetry of Science

The sun,
a fiery iron
brands the sky
as sweat flows
like melting wax,
across the parched
and cracking earth.

A blanket of fumes

trapping the heat
shimmers on the horizon –
summer’s wrath.

Peaks of simmering swelter,
with nowhere to run
bodies stressed
and stranded –
casualties
of exhausting,
manic lives.

This poem is…