SUMMER 

Always you come back

For another teasing gawk at us,

toss us in your Godly palms,

mock us in the open air -

the utterclusterfuck of everything,

how it so reliably gets worse

& fucking worse from year to year

like the world is a maniac’s clock.

Here you go again bastard killer

whom we can’t shake off, come

to lure the young ones from the dunes 

into the undertows & rips

& set the insects humming hemispherically

in their symphony of genitals,

come to prise out of agony’s gardens

wombfruit of last autumn’s rapes.