A Name Gnaws at Him


 vast scented arrays the deadly elegance of power

rambling, the city’s many seers
at the gates

       temples to the ferocious
caravans shake the certainties

         a crisis is approaching

changed by the dream
the senna leaves

       biting coins
with knowing teeth

pilgrims sit on their hands
every so often

their eyes leave
built in rough circles

        factions of shark scents
black tents in charge of belly dancers

dappled camels