A Mirage Incarnate

A mirage incarnate

Where the oasis used to be

It offered nectar and ambrosia

On tables fit for the Emirs of old

Atop the felled apricot trees and date palms

Atop the now polluted lake

Take a bite, and then a sip

Unaware of the surrounding destruction

Unaware of the cost of accepting the meal

A piece of your anima is now gone

As the mirage incarnate dissipates with their feast

As you fall from where the table hovered

And fall into the nest of broken branches and trunks

Still a long ways from Mecca