They built a city of sand –

    grandfathers sheltering millenniums

    in pyramid tents. Pilgriming now

    marble courts I watch wind and Adan

    dip and rise together like a murder of crows

    in a ghost updraft. Sun Bedouin in tribal veil of cloud

    sends its sliver flesh to congregations of Holy,

    a body of light with forehead on emerald carpet.

    Disorientated star body off course hits

    a dome of mosque – its scream of light thrown

    into moody sand wind. Eyelids snare

    animal brut grains. I a child

    forbidden to look.