This poem was written by me a night before we were to make the life/death crossing of the Sahara desert from Agadez in the Niger Republic to Tamarraset in Algeria, in the year 1999. It is in loving memory of my many travel pals who had succumbed to death in the course of this risky voyage of ours. Details are contained in my book links below: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07G32DCP4
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Staring out on to the desert plains
All I see is a wall of sand,
East, West, North and South
I feel like a needle in this endless stack

As I’m set to venture in
With my bread loaf as hard as a rock
And my money in my bowels saved
Through my rectum I had it banked

Oh water can to you I plead
My thirst to quench I hope you will
And if my truck should die before I do
Make me your meal O wiggly maggots

My flesh to you I freely give
Promise you’d evolve and make the flight
To Nigeria and announce my plight
37 Eweje Street is my home

Let them know the Desert won
Tell the truth about its tale
The tale of me and my likes
‘Twasn’t the plan, but now I’m lost

If I be not fleshy to eat
As the sun my body dries
On the scorching sand I lay
Dying with my yes un-shut
A mummified me is what you’d find
If you ever journeyed along this route
But I pray you never will
And this letter I hope you’d read

Should the sands inter me not
And you wish to honour me
As you move my dried out body
Do not fail to find this letter
We all came, we saw but most got conquered.
Keep resting desert soldiers.

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