The vagabonds and the wizard

 we dragged the hotel over land
Landlords and dogs stood by to watch
Wheels turned and rivers spilled
great groups of friends addicted to the sugar of the journey

Our buses and belongings bouncing off our tired backs
Movement seemed like food
Hundreds of miles of great steaks and soups
Immigrant hearts that would stop beating without motion

Telling ourselves to panic when paths become untraversable
Yet spending the greater parts of weeks
On flimsy bridges and roads
14pm sun put it's money in as well

But the river stopped the convoy from going on
The old antique dealer with a thousand dogs marched down
Down from that long driveway that was extended mortality
aromatic life growing along those terraces all edible
Down he marched and bellowed

Go through backwards you fools
The height of your journey and a surefooting
Only come from understanding
The long leagues you've already tread