POEM (046) In the heat

In the heat

I lost the edge, the sense, the reason,
the fear through blood of sweat and treason.
The words they blow, through salt and dew,
whipped and frenzied of unscented glue.

Contorted in a sense of named cause,
held in the heat of the lion’s jaws,
fought and fraught through a blinding descent,
steam flew the lid into the storm I sent.

Control was crashed through the barrier,
burden a burnin’ in the fallen harrier,
collision on course as precision flew,
the force, the fire of aggression knew.

Exaggeration in the art of deliberation,
flew the crow in the retaliation,
off and hence the strength of power nurtured,
seething red and burning desire furthered.

Eye to eye in a space of goodbye, never,
clip his wings and cut every damn feather,
me, not I, through clear cut eyes,
knew and can do the act of despise.

Hold me tight to my own contempt,
for my prerogative is the power, resent,
change the heart, the mind, as if,
as if you could control this inferno, forthwith.