The deserts cry out for words like these
and when they come the Alhumbra freeze.
We are racing from different fears
that one moment when we sear
a doubt by grasping the ember of Jesus
and squash that ember to our hearts
going about our daily disease
as elegant eagles such as these
seize bent legs along the Levant
and aqua tors to mountains lent
upon the equator that orange scent
where all are poor and agonies vent
to pour their oil, one long crescent.
Loyal to a monster of a different colour.
