Spies Seeking Heat in Arabia
Close to the railway, hidden by bushes
They crouch on their haunches, watching
Bearded old men, watching girls' tushes
The desert sun is blinding, scorching
Audible breathing, the ripples of heat
Shimmer idly on the far horizon
Still the men hunker, not missing a beat
Their burning foreheads slowly wizen
The girls stroll along, untouched by the stares
Behind their hijabs they coyly smile
The bearded old men, laying their snares
Are smirking rudely all the while
Lost in heated fantasies and frozen
Dreaming of seeing an ankle exposed
They close their eyes and soon are dozin'
But a hijab-wearing machete wielder begins to lop off toes
Contributors: | P, N, hola, F, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 21st August 2003. |