Contusion

The warmth in his eyes boiled eggs
the steam rose from both legs
she spoke it echoed and out of breath
he walked through the glass doors
and wept

He saw the sky went red she said it was
great weather and to expect more
he went to the ground his head was round
he hit it on the sharp bit that was sticking out

all night they came she stayed and
that value remained one last night spent
not dead yet going to sort it out
the levers pulled underwater
caused havoc it drowned itself
but it was already too late