The Camel In The Desert Poem by Artchil Daug

The house on the hill embraced
the desert of desolation that lies beyond
the town of Pied Cow north of the Atlantean clouds
and beneath the rocks of the earth, where a camel
lived in isolation without servants nor disciples
to converse with in the ways of being a camel and
the storm that brought him there in that house
on the hill that exerts gravity on the sands of the desert
like the sun that created ripples and formed orbits
around the camel that sat calmly on his earthly chair
without a world to suffer with alone in contemplation
as if a monk who in his journey on the scriptures of
his faith finally learned to stop being a shadow of a papyrus
and experience the heat of the sun without
the cover of spirit or the emoluments of the soul
which the camel also buried in the dunes of forgetfulness
only to be remembered when he

the camel becomes a lion.