Pyramids dancing softly dancing in the faint
light the moon gives the dry, bleak desert
Further to the north is the city (if you
can call it this) It has a couple of
shacks and a well from which to
Inside a woman in dark homespun clothing
sits on a rocking chair, knitting
and rocking, occasionally glancing
up to listen to the wind’s howl outside
her wooden door, and hear the
sand beat against her windows and
A man walks in. All is silent. He has
a beard of black and eyes almost as
dark. He carries an axe. The woman
stops her knitting.
A kettle is boiling. A baby is crying.