Jackal Jackal

I dived into the pool The cool, the blue from heat The sun breathes fire On Marrakesh To burn the busy street My brow the wet of fever My throat the dry of sand Through passageways to dead ends A gauntlet of the hands Jackal jackal Rise of hackle Row of tombstone teeth Take me to the labyrinth The palace of the thief The shaking of the bus The ragged boys a chanting My temple pounds with sights and sounds The stamping and the dancing