The flesh yet not so fresh
The burning sun...Fort mason Park, San Francisco by mighty.travels
The heat is hot
In the past was not
As a melting pot
Why not?
Flesh
Can crack and rot
As it gets so hot
As we plot what not
A cure secure
And the skin, the flesh
Yet not so fresh
Decays with rays
Some cancer cells it tells
Yet a lab sells
Ointment that smells
It tells profits for them
The prophet does not do as well
the sun burns through our pale skin by Montréal 1976
Photo by Filter ForgePhoto by mighty.travelsPhoto by Montréal 1976