The Caravan Poem by alex haywood

Do I really care what happens
to the camels
on this caravan to my end?
Were it in my power
to stop or slow the journey
Would I misuse it?
Would I relegate the ache
to the hump
of the camel at the end?
or would I allow it
to roam about
to keep me company
throughout the journey?
If I held it's hand
and made it a friend
would it lead me
to a better land?
Would it be a better trip
or would the pain rip
me apart and let my blood
soak the sand?
Meanwhile the caravan disappears
into the sunset that awaits my arrival
patiently.