Capricious Caravan Camels Crawl Calmly Cross Cooking Cauldron Countryside Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Capricious Caravan Camels Crawl Calmly Cross Cooking Cauldron Countryside



Above dry desert, noiseless ruddy rise
expands sharp breathless air. Sun - cloudless skies -
grills granular gold sands, stings red-rimmed eyes.
Tanned turbanned touareg tribes traverse to seek supplies,
perpetually prostrated, praying prophet. Bearded cries.
Dawn disperses dreams, disturbs dust swarm of jester-pester flies
harass the criss-cross camel caravan which plies
an ancient trade in spices, slaves, scribes, spies.

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(19 May 1975 revised 9 February 2007 16 March and 1 December 2013)
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