Dogs moan

& the donkey

 

sleeps;

 

the nightingale

has flown,

 

from the four

corners of the

 

city

 

prayer call

echoes.

 

No water

heat on heat

 

the tourist

buses prowl

 

the King’s Highway.

 

Tri coloured

flag, Bedouin

 

& their tea,

 

Hubble bubble

pipe smokes

 

at coffee

corner café.

 

I’m alive

in the Dead Sea

 

salt encrusted

Angels pose

 

dressed in

black mud.

 

Red desert

sand like Mars

 

a vast sea

of nothing:

 

wind carries

jackal’s cry

 

wolf prints

at breakfast

 

round supper

fire strums

 

the whine

of alien

 

music.

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