Dawn sun peeps over blue-blanketted ocean
Like a yoke frying over the flat pan’s edge,
All is now revealed. A Zoroastrian or
Dionysian reveller quickens contracts:
Icarus held fire; Aten made no demands.
A melanoma in a hidden word in
Slung high, hub hovering, glare pastes flesh, sticks dirt
With heat spears, bakes bones, corrodes the unwilling.
Hide me, God.