I
Heat so devastating thermals reverse
and drive wedge-tailed eagles groundward.
II
It’s grotesquely easy to translate the anguish
of drying out, the sound effects of combustibility;
we see desiccated trees and susurrous
grasses evaporating before the philosopher’s flames
take hold outside their twelve-tone matrix.
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