It started off just as a joke
By staking him out on the ground,
We didn’t start to cause any harm
Only to just provoke.
The sand was hot and coarse to feel
When we left him there alone,
It was when the hot sphere came out
That started his ordeal.
The sun rose high into the sky,
Beads of sweat gathered on his brow,
Turning a very dark orange
Blisters broke out on his thigh.
The pus filled bubbles were red,
Then yellow-like gunge oozed out.
These blisters exploded all over
Leaving pits in his head.
His eyes shrivelled like dead mushrooms,
His throat was boiled dry and on fire,
Immense black shadows of vultures
Circle as they loom.
We both went back after a day
To see if he would pass the test,
To our horror we found the body
Dead in the silent bay.