Give over to the sun,
gangway for that golden gear.
Heat is your breast and bier.
Let the watery mind run out.
Peel off your salty skin,
blood boils black within.
Arm and leg fly cinder-high.
Bones crunch in furnace glare,
flesh melts in fryingpan air.
Eyesocket leaps like egg,
flops yellow-oozing down.
White teeth are charred to brown.
Nose inhales its final sooty sniff.
The soaring neck enters its burning crash,
the durable spine is ash.
And the fevered tongue, wobbling through red sand,
crawls on hand and knee,
falls screaming for the sea.
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