POEM OF THE DAY
DROMEDARY
I heard it over the radio: Madame Flaubert
said to her son: “Your passion for words
has dried up your heart.” Of these past
weeks, I can reverse it and say: My heart
drank all the words. All the words
that gave sustenance, vision, voice, the words
from the word of beginning. Left me
none to say. Except the crumbs and dry rattles,
that camel with its hump, crossing deserts
of vast mendacity, hauling tourist-poems
to the pyramids at Giza, all the while
trying to bite their knees.
Dana Pattillo
(PoD 77)
4:46:58 PM 
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