Inside the back of a cigarette pack where a picture card sat I read about Mafeking and Cathay,
I saw 'Grace' with his bat and 'Miranda's fruit hat,steam ships and trains, which monarchs reigned,butterflies and stars,the age of the cars,airplanes and costumes,fruits and legumes,flowers and trees,birds of paradise which pleased me,pictures which teased me,
and all of this sat in the back of a pack
of cigarettes.

The lyric repeats on me,
in the Ghazal there is
mystery and
the lyric repeats on me
and repeats on me
and
more mystery,

in the South
a Mafeking calamity making
more history and still there's
the mystery
of the Ghazal.

I sleep well
but my dreams are bad
I dreamed i was at Mafeking
and the sunrise was frail
I couldnt see my enemy
but the relief of not knowing
(was if my own measures)
were a seige too far