' Arrrrg ',
spanning twelve centuries
the growl of a camel.
Whose tomb so important
to require your presence?
To journey to the next life
so heavily laden?
No wonder you complain
with such a load.
Head back, jaws gaping,
splay legged, tip toes.
Whoever he was, your
sculptor knew camels.
Tails flicking, plashing,
backwards and forwards,
paralysed uttering
that guttaral roar:
' Arrrrg '.
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