The Confidant’s
The camel's hair's their made up lair
Made up from sand and prayer
I wash the camel's feet and mane
A beauty of the desert
They desert him when he needs their aid
But water from himself he takes it
For what a cost
A sword and ear
To end the utmost
Of three years
For him my soles have led me near
But he had passed through needle's ear
And I in my imagined fear
Have hanged myself in try to veer
Toward forlorn a well and lost an ear
And in that one a spear