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.