Above all

The sun leans on all passers-by
drying the breadcrumbs until
their parchment skin crackles,
wrinkles branded like black hieroglyphs
from a fiery pharaoh. Oblong mister sinister
sweetens tomatoes into succulent red,
yet he turns aqua spools of yarn
into brittle snatches of hay.
He transforms you into your sterner sister.
He converts a countryside
of flesh into a land of lesions, factories of pus.
He shatters windows and arteries with a sneer.