day 9 - siesta

Day 9, poem 9
everyone's asleep here
everyone except me
i can hear my family's
varied breathing
in the shuttered 
blue walled room
the sound of the bottle smashers
outside
is a lullaby
the tarmac melts on the pavements
of rome.
This is the heat that kills old people
birds drop from the sky
I have a shower and I need another
as I towel myself dry.