To the camels, the desert might be their eye’s kin.
All those un-scribed lines they see
could be a tiny oasis, a place
to wait for a sudden aroma,
a mirage, perhaps, of vigor and strength…
But there are scents they can sense in the sand,
even when nothing is reflected,
even as they lower their long necks
to drink from pools of blood,
scents so perfumed, so peaceful.