House 43 Digest Online

I am an astrolabe
Made
Of bronze
Made by a blacksmith
With iron
Tongs
A wealthy merchant paid
For me
To be made

Now I navigate the blistering sands
Of the Taklamakan
Desert
Lands
My merchant carries me camel back
Next to me
Is a bulging sack

Now in the mountains
We switch to yak
A pebble falls
We flee for our lives
An avalanche will soon fall
We make it to desert
But have only yak
No camels to help us all the way back
Kashgar
Is far
And fear
We have
How will we make it back
On and on through this treacherous sand
We want to return
To civilized land
Finally there
My merchant goes home
Never
Will we set out
again