The tall giraffes can never sit.
Their
names are Valerie and Gwendoline.
I am
their tall reticulated son.
This
is our sand and hay.
Follow
our gold strip to holy Tassili,
blonde
swallow-tails, hares, a little milk.
You
are a good girl. He will never know
you
are in love with someone else, not him.
From My
Darling Camel (1988). Tassili is the site in the Algerian desert with an
abundance of prehistoric rock-paintings, including of giraffes. Rather than
break the code of this poem, that gives its half-perceived mysteries another
dimension of deep time.
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