Here is the furnace you deserted
when your pores poured pure sweat
you fled like ants before flames
you fell face flat against the earth
plenty pleas into the air
while holding tight to the fluffy foot of fan
you saw me as the curled tail of a scorpion.
Now you're back to me
when time has laid its icy hands on you
the look you give the putrid egg is gone
now you look at me as you look at...