Stateless

We are an eye for an eye
falcons soaring over Nabathean sandstone
desert verses
sinuous calligraphic curves
ululating vowels, glottal stops and thundering hoof beats

We are cultured introverts
deer bounding on autumn leaves in the Catskills
alternative histories
structured over high tea and Irish whisky
Harrow diction, a raised eyebrow and leather-soled oxfords

We are casual hedonists
fucking on a crusader's couch
strewn with Bedouin pillows
Ignoring politics
questions of nationality, and ethics
because nothing works