were hanging heavy in the breeze
soaked languished humidity
and all I heard were the bees

a swarmed hum around my head
rounded tidal strum
from my ears, straining, I bled but I had sung

Lay me down in the warm wide grass
They have cutting wet edges
As I wait for the sun to pass

Summer Flowers, wilted and tired
Soft petals skimming the ground
The field is full of an empty choir

summer flowers
were laying bare on my scorching pale skin
smothered decayed rot
whatever time it had been, the light had begun to thin