At An Amulet Poem by Naveed Akram

At an amulet of a moment the treading collects
Returning to the soil of our loved men and women;
The near neighbours are the nearer forms of talent,
A talent will inscribe the future as it retrains the men.
Women must dodge the blows, men enlighten the feared,
Fences shall be interesting, fences shall be walls of leather.
Then the luxury of a moment is forced, like lightning
With brutal force, a sudden lash of the whip,
Or the turning of the face to a safe spot.

My amulet is luckier than most, the real religion
Speaks to me in words, that faster work,
That lengthen the spring and the summer,
Forming wit and collections of atoms in the mist,
A worthy component for the spectrum is immense
Since we know its word, the lord of all us.