Camel
Stare me down if you must
With your ageless dreams, rhythms
Oars dipping to drumbeat, caravans
Inching across the horizon
But tell me
Did you doze off too?
When Scheherazade lulled
The insomniac Harun
Or eavesdrop on
The small talk of Kings bearing gifts
And you surely must have blushed
When Salome danced
Or blinked in unbelief
At the grave of Lazarus
Still, you had your fifteen minutes
Tethered to a dog wood, perhaps
On the slopes of Calvary
And you could hardly
Have remained impassive
When they nailed his hands and feet
Tommy Murray