The Arab Cavalry Ride For Locales Damascene, and To Freshen Anew the Long-Vanished Gardens Cordovan

On caparisoned, filleted camels do they Over the great, soft, tawny sands Ride; Unfurled flags and tribal standards flown amidst them, In the very midst of them- Of they, who astride great tan camels, Seem rather scandent and saltant. These are the irregular, well-armed cavalry of the "Men In Ambush," for such is the literal translation of their Nation's cognomen; And on the sands of the undulant, granular, eminent Near-Judean wilderness do they ride. Photographing these from atop the vespertine-hued Summit of a delivery truck from the nearby Eminent, circumvallatory, hilly And fortressed city; From the very roof of an antiquated bread truck (Though 'twas then very new by the standards of those bygone days) Whose radiator is soon to vaporously explode Amid the oppressive, anhydrous desert heat, Photographs an American, hatted in the whitest Of Panama hats, who is a correspondent reporting of wars. The Arab cavalry ride for locales Damascene, in order to pursue one's kingly wish To renew the gardens Cordovan and long-vanished.