Qatar

the father was
crossing Qatar-

he lit a cigarette and burned a regime-changing
month-old
milk carton. it would burn in the desert
it would burn
better than the hard bread,
the grease for the barrels-

and besides
milk went bad after
so much time.

and the father stood
at Qatar "you-

country. we are alone you and I country,
I analyst smoking-

can we be treaty? would noun of

eastern sun
be noun of curved nose-

the hook of arm?"

only in the smaller sultanates could this father be standing-
heavy lid-eyed to the pugnacious monarchs
and he had green insects little green insects. he (this father)

"they
are Biblical. at

that, we should recognize"

the country
suddenly was water beneath
this father's trod-
a sea-