Camelot
O Bactrian, my champion,
the burdens you must bear.
Unwanted eyes and forceful tries,
to scale the heights up there.
No dromedary would you be,
were I to cut a lump from thee.
Since forming in the amnion,
your inner parts and ways,
you’ll always be a Bactrian,
beneath thy visage gazed.
A camel formed from the divine,
who also bears a sorrowed line,
the image, marvelous, you bear,
is worthy of all praise.
So shed thy burdens and draw near;
may halcyon be thy days.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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