From Mesopotamia
where I was carved,
to Indus-Ganga Plain.
Mystic go your dreams.
White body purple head
and eyes of pierced blue.
My skin was white
my brother’s black.
My horn was red
its tip as black
as star-night can
hold it to.
And if you can catch me
under a silver moon
try/dare to kill me,
then drink from my horn.
In health and potent vigour
rue the day that you
murdered your dreams
and mine.
©️ Dai Fry 27th April 2020