The Camel
A Narrative Poem.
The camel lay dead amongst bracken and salt,
Comatose offerings encrusting the dirt.
The heat of the sun scorching its' skin,
Peeling of filaments, as glass eyes subvert.
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The promise of moisture- the wantonness of life,
Expelled in fortitude, it’s travelers' sight.
The camel lay dead in crystalline grace,
The beginnings of exposure,
In harrowing showcase.
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Remains of wreckage, rubble in ruin,
An empty-shelled oasis broken upon the Earth.
A dying man's whisper-
bubbling to mirth.
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Beget simpler truths laid out to discover,
Betwixt blackened debris in a pretense of wealth.
Contorting ideas-hungry lips sate,
Longing for knowledge,
Lust-driven hate.
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The camel lay dead molded in sin,
Its organic form gyrating abound,
Garbling inconsistencies,
Astuteness unwound.
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A blackness drifts in golden seas gripping,
Astride a dark horse shrouded in mist.
A figure of smoke, cleavers of doubt,
Prowling on metals,
Distending clout.
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Stolen is the breath, stone told to melt,
The abhorrence in nature beckoning fate,
Capturing granules,
Tick, Tick, Tick- Initiate.
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Slithering scamper,
Sliding over rust-colored dust,
The figure approaches the waylaid beast,
Hovering heavily,
Boneless in feast.
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The camel lay dead among silt and twigs,
Nothing beyond- shining anew,
Simpering skeletal,
Fractures in glue.
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Empty lung sacks flapping,
Aromatic existence creates,
The ghost of a smile beneath soulful study,
Childish hopes-
Liquidize as desert putty.
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A glittering field encompasses the eye,
A flame in the deepest night,
The wrongness of reason,
The beauty in sight.
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The camel lay dormant sugared in soot,
Leftover from wanderings of a yolk-driven sky.
Discarded as waste, abandoned behind-
Sacrificial lamb,
Disguised to the blind.
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The cloaked figure enters a fence of jagged stalk,
Sagging Earth divesting purpose ad hoc.
Titling head in reason- a prayer on the wind,
Fine motors emergence,
In death- a begin.
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The sky exhales- in warmth and in warning,
Sparkling desires in rapturous rise,
Pulsing vibrations harken predilections,
Fastidious creator,
Insightful introspections.
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The camel lay dormant in ashen pallor for now,
A songbird of note striking a last chord.
Engrained society links like-to-like,
Toxicity en masse, a beast in hoard.
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Bone pierces flesh routing evil-soaked gristle,
Campaigning blood-sodden muscle release,
Into the palm the match igniting,
Its’ treacle- a treat,
Savagely fighting.
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The camel lay dormant between palms and a palm,
Captivating fine lines of brevity, caramelize crust,
Voluminous potential- statue in time,
The essence of glory in trial and trust.
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The Shadow withdrawals from the carcass display,
Its inners coalesce and collapse- a world folding in,
The capriciousness sought around him,
Impulsivity to master-
A fat to be trimmed.
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He leaves without warning,
Flagrant cease and desist,
A wake pouring sorrow,
The rolling dunes of flaxen drift.
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The camel lay buried, melting in sand,
The water's last kiss brokering relief.
Abject fortune sinking with care,
Trolling the mysteries,
Capitulating dare.
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I moved from space without want or desire,
Floating down amongst rivers of life,
A soul turned downward in a curious quandary,
The sharpened edge of a gilded knife.
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I am above suffering in a challenging race,
Charbroiled to taste- humanity in proficiency.
To take what is given in offering alone
Obliviated waste.
Capsizes the throne.
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The sun traverses daily,
Its path unto sleep-
The Reavers are calling!
All souls will reap.
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The camel lay dead in a cacophony of sound-
The mites are nibbling, undulating fairground.
The camel lay dead unseeing eyes search-
The clock keeps on ticking- heaving lurch.
The camel lay dead amongst briars and bugs,
Carnage evaporates into liquidized sludge.
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The camel was lost- to time and to space,
Our life forces commence to tighten and twin,
Engulfed in the desert's parched silence,
I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind.
About the Creator
Rachael MacDonald
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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