Dead Cheese Poem by Naveed Akram

Dead Cheese



Hand me the cheese, please.
Mutter the manger to sleep in.
I eat much more than you,
Glimmering like a morbid girl.

Dead are elements too cold,
Living in death and ruin
As the cargoes of government
Lead the people into trade with height.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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