LAKES OF PASSATA ON FIRE  

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Supreme being 

brittle 

                           Elemental god shapeshifter eternal

Is that life for you winning

         Seeing all the golden malice sparkle

Yes, you Loki !

the morning dew spectral.    Charming

                                    In its youthful vigour

Ripe summer heat draws it out 

                                                shoots from the earth

cars heaving in magnetic heat

                           The Whole Earth frying in a backward glance

over-night burial mounds collapsing

                 chancers score the plane looking 

For trinkets; magpies spy the real gold first

              Hot inside the pines

Roadside picnic casket cooling verges

        Chilled meats march on credit 

sweat white on skin

summer swell

                  Breathing in 

the last days we 

look back on

                  tins of whatever you want

From wherever with abandon

           Dutiful in the aisles scrutinising produce 

in a trance of wonder                 hypnotic awe

                          Draining the vats 

such leaping  wonders

                  Scorched under plastic tunnels 

Funnelling monies hand to hand      

                            The tomato barons peel back to reveal

Unsafe temperatures 

                                             Lakes of passata on fire

Your goal now is to survive.