Post #21

Spirit of Dubai / An unwilling, slow Camel of sand, Buried deep underground, Flat and featureless, Fluffy like baby fur, Cold as the night, Dry – of such powerful Dryness no sprinkler Can ever defeat, Dry like the powdered bones Of old people In a bag on the belt Of a mountain climber – Take one pinch, And your fingers are gone, Desiccated forever. One day he will stand up, And shake us all off And move further inland, Step after giant step, Entombing these shallow Parks, trees and flowers – And all of the lipsticks And cigarette lighters Of concrete and glass That we build on his skin – In a sand pit, To be munched shut By water, wave after wave, From the sea we came out of So long, long ago – But shouldn't have bothered (as far as he is concerned). 30.01/22 @verse