U.K. Summer's Over for Some

No Thirty-six degrees for us!

No Heat-Island's tearful eye

dabbed as for Pocahontas

but Twenty-five degrees

that, for a hand of days,

saw the lawns

of Queens


by raw

red flesh

the Union

under stress.


Boris bestrides,

a Rhodian Colossus,

while Nemesis awaits his Hubris.

In extremes, London’s teardrop Heat-Island
reaches 31 miles East to Gravesend,
the burial place of Pocahontas