Dogs Poem by Zakaria Mohammed

The strange ideas of the Bedouin
come out of his brain and crouch down in front of him
He whistles to them
He throws them a stick and calls Fetch!
The ideas of the Bedouin
say to themselves:
What a strange man!
He thinks ideas are dogs!
But they go along with the game,
they run to fetch the stick
If they did not bark, if they did not wag their tails
the Bedouin could do nothing with his ideas
The ideas play along
They know they can be either dogs or horses
But nowadays, all the horses are champing their bits
banged up in the royal stables
Nowadays, an idea is nothing more
than a dog