The Camels Wonder
The camels cough and swagger on
like drunken men,
And question the sobriety of these
travellers,
Who stumble on a journey with no
end in sight
But some seek treasure
underneath a guiding light.
Whose fire, so old in time, may be
already night.
The mammals marvel at the
thinking of these fools.
And snigger as they map read from
the heaven’s veil.
They wonder at the wisdom which
they claim to own
Which leads to inquire at
tyrant’s bloodied throne,
If he has heard of any new kings
lately born.
But now the dromedaries hear
their riders gasp,
As crawling from the king they see
their torch once more.
And, led by light, they push the
stable door aside.
Their ageing hearts, once closed,
are now thrown open wide.
Their darkness banished, sorrow
nowhere left to hide.