The
Hospitality of Abraham
Three travellers ride through
deserted streets where no stranger
comes. Doors sneak shut, bolts slip
into place. Curtains twitch,
a half shadowed face holds
its breath as they clatter by.
Headgear like bandages
reveals only their eyes;
their saddles spiky with gifts
or weapons. Are they following
a star, or looking for trouble?
They say nothing, give nothing away.
Under an oak tree they finally
dismount. Within a tent an old woman
lets out a high girlish laugh. A calf
nuzzles for milk. An old man gazes
into an obscure future which is about
to stride into view and sit at his table.
Video (from Fourpenny Circus) The Hospitality of Abraham