I Stare Into the Desert Page

Jim Elliff

I stare into the desert page
And wait for words like spectors to appear
Phantom-like, at first, amid the blowing sand,
Then rigid to attention
There to stand
In rows and rows commissioned
Whether from the distant side,
The Arabs of my dreams,
Encamped on some forgotten dune,
Or from the room of my familiar cave,
I cannot always tell.
They wait for my command.
They come, and on the page they fight or die,
Though they entrenched will move no more.

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