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.