The sun is disappearing little by little
or is it minute by minute?

What I mean to say is that the end
is coming, the end of summer,

the end of this man-made time,
the clock on the wall twisted

into some unknown language
the birds will never understand.

But they do understand light
and dark and the unbearable heat

that cooks their young
until they abandon the nest

and flies are seen
swarming around it.