Sweat filled eyesight , loitering on exhausted knees ..
Stained , dirt calloused hands , overlooking myopic August heat .
Wet flannel misery , white hot Devil Star drying crippled greens ..
Heavy steps o'er crusted , bewildered loam .. Crows riddle power lines , ever inquisitive , question the dying man , locked in Sun confused circumstance . Contorted , weathered fingers on wood implements , blood entangled vortices mired in conviction , a cool spring well drawn from pure fable ..