The man has been lost
in sand
for centuries
stuck in thr bootprints
of Alexander the Great
surrounded by desert
without water
so his brain
boils and his eyes
see only mirages
of men rising
from the morning dunes
daggers in their teeth
vowing to kill him
for a god
he didn't invent.
His face is like
charred papyrus
nothing transmitted
everything lost
in his brittle viage
but the old man
white hot in his truth
dreams of forests
painted in lullaby
green he can
reduce to desert
letting sunlight in
long enough
to burn his world
back to the Stone Age.