Biological Poem by Naveed Akram

Biocontrol was the best overall plan,
A tonne was wasted, over the lands.
This I call the wasted land of such heaven,
This I call the desired heaven
Inside another slaughter.
We are obvious and concrete
Like alcohol of the wastes
That coincide with the desires and lusts.

My amalgam of noxious fumes
Interrogates my face with purity and poor
Life still in me,
The controlling mechanism bored me.
My controller was a striker into the hearts,
Claws attacked and trenches fell,
This cavern of the worms was so deep.