Seeing Silhouettes As Shadows Of Camels Poem by Ravi Kopra

Seeing silhouettes as shadows of camels
and caves as monkey faces in the dark
of vast cold desert where Lawrence of Arabia
roamed under the hot burning sun falling
into the caves' mouth with yellow stained teeth
presaging a passage to the stalactite
stalagmite was a feat, not so cool
no body would dare go there
except those who love farishtas and fairies
in caves listening to the echoes of
their messages from someone in the heavens
or those who go there alone on a dromedary
and contemplate all evening along
how to shoot down an Allah hating plane
or hit the towers in a burning blaze
using their own Allah hating planes
and sending the pilots up in the heaven
where houris are waiting with French wines
(not fries, mind you and no pig hamburgers)
and virgins as transparent as glass
made from the Arabia sands
that can show their innards
and pure pelvises from where
no monthly blood flows defiling
men's genitals making them unfit
to pray five times a day facing West
where the fairies and frishtas appeared
in a cave bringing down
God' holy messages that must be followed
otherwise his desert followers will ambush you
shoot you, cut your head with curved knives
sending you to the burnings hells of
Milton in bottomless pits with no exits.