On the Isle of Socotra
Trees drink dragon’s blood
They rise like mushrooms
Reaching for the sky
 

Beauty stinks of death
Blossoms attract flies
With the stench of carrion

Cucumbers grow 20 feet tall
Their thick skin an adaptation
To a scorched earth

The Desert Rose bursts forth
From the earth like an elephant’s foot
From a burnt and desolate land
A shower of pink explodes