Ali Baba (from the sky)

We are still

under the sky,

In the guest room;

Beast and cryptic.

 

Everything crawls.

A car flings us.

I see one peeling

The middle east.

 

Down there, it’s still

Exotic; an open sore,

With a mule-cart

Full of gold.

 

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