There's a black and white crow

on the back of a two-toned sheep

in a field of broken yellow stalks

below looming cliffs.



High above the plains

little grey houses blend

with giant jagged boulders

and pale weathered stumps.



Life in the ghost of the bush.



Wind whips the acacias and strange forked palms

That cluster around the water hole



Suddenly, out of the blowing sand

A milk-white camel appears.



Turbaned rider, blue robe billowing,

bounces with the shambling trot;

wears a sword and a rifle on his back,

and hanging from his neck, a transistor radio...



You blink and like ghosts, they're gone



Under the wan disc of sand-masked sun

A woman grins - spits expertly

Into the path of a struggling black beetle

Six feet away

Hoists her water bucket onto her head

And strides off up the trail...



Sun a steel ball glowing

Behind endless blowing sand

Sun a steel ball glowing

Dust of fallen empires slowly flowing through my hands

Use me while you can



Pearl held in black fingers

Is the moon behind dry trees

Pearl held in black fingers

Bird inside the rib cage is beating to be free

Use me while you can



I've had breakfast in New Orleans

Dinner in Timbuktu

I've lived as a stranger in my own house, too

Dark hand waves in lamplight

Cowrie shell patterns change

And nothing will be the same again



Bullet in a sandstorm

Looking for a place to land

Bullet in a sandstorm

Full heart beats an empty one

In the deck they dealt to man

Use me while you can