The air sits thick and wet with city dust
till wind bewilders pollen to a state
of need to multiply and agitate.
Airy transports ride the smothering gusts
confronting flesh with layers of spawning must.
A cough of lacquered air becomes a drape.
prone and seeping into lips–soft rape.
The gaping throat compresses as in lust.
The dust collects and threatens to corrode,
fertilizing lungs with rusting black.
Deep it cries, a fertile, wounded cry.