WHY WOULD YOU DO IT?
Arthur Rimbaud, it was - lugging armaments and
ammo over African hills and distant Mideast places.
One leg rotted, on its way to gone, complaining of the
ragged one left living. What was it, all, I wonder :
camels, elephants, tigers, leopards, cheetahs,
and all that? Or something else instead :
the calm of palm-frond evenings,
the shimmering, silent sound of night
over desert, savanna and plain? I
find I have so very much to wonder
about. I have so very much for sure.
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