Author Jonathan Chaves All night, the camel-back saddle-cloth was invisible; sketched here is a picture of utter nothingness. At this time, should the immortals look down from above, would they be able to tell if we were down here in this world? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments