Basil Bunting

Under sand clay. Dig, wait
Billy half full, none for the car.
Quartz, salt in well wall,
ice refract first ray.
Canvas udders sag, drip,
swell without splash the mirage
between islands. Knee-deep
camels, lean men, flap-dugged
matrons and surly children.

Aneiza, kin to the
unawed dynast haggling with God.
This brine slaked him as
this sun shrinks.

spoken =Chris Daniels