Trying to think what else we need these days.
oh that's it. A dust storm.
kicked from the hooves of traveling Bedouin
Or lifted from the goodyears of range rovers
rolling across the mighty Sahara
Flies in a great curve across the ocean
and murkies Our skies
as we wait for
the plague of locust with their grinding
above the fields of devouring rabbits
screaming as only rabbits can-
i want it all