O the earth tribe

drums were played, doors were closed

in caravanserai


a candle, a loaf of bread, a dish of soup

and a sack of oat for the horse


in this courtyard shadowed by ever-present tree

mostly three days


then a caravan of three thousand camels...


on the wall an axe, a battle axe

bodies are hot by fireplace


and the moon grows as if it settles

a new daytime