Dogs moan& the donkey sleeps; the nightingalehas flown, from the fourcorners of the city prayer callechoes. No waterheat on heat the touristbuses prowl the King’s Highway. Tri colouredflag, Bedouin & their tea, Hubble bubblepipe smokes at coffeecorner café. I’m alivein the Dead Sea salt encrustedAngels pose dressed inblack mud. Red desertsand like Mars a vast seaof nothing: wind carriesjackal’s cry wolf printsat breakfast round supperfire strums the whineof alien music.