Two little fans working double-time
trying with all their heart and soul to cool
this god damn hot-box.
Tirelessly,
Thanklessly,
They blow and blow and push
against the air and smoke and anguish
fighting all of the particulate dismay
out one of the wide-open windows,
but to no avail.
Less than distress,
more than discomfort,
something sets in and settles,
and the fans can do no good against it.
Too heavy, yet just fine enough
to powder every little crevice
and coat so thoroughly.

Then the coughing starts,
first in moderation,
then on in to bouts,
and finally a full on fit of it.
Red eyes and runny noses
with phlegm and snot and bile
spraying splashing compounding
until the walls of this hot-box
are damp from all of the excrement.
Between the hot and the sick
there starts the shivering until
one by one by one the bodies fall
down to the floor only to be left unattended
until the last man drops,
and no one is around to turn off those poor fans.