Treasure Island

Shahid Sarwar


Death


The end of the road
And the beginning of a new journey
Tracks unknown
And lands untold of.

I stay with life
Like a shadow unseen
And a peril unfelt.

I knock the valiant down
I blow the violent out.

A booby trap
For the bullish
And a message of peace
For the well-poised.

Heavenward flight
Of the intangible
With tangible dark
And white impressions.

The skidding off
Of the stream of air
With a mute twinge
Of muscles.

Vague as fog
Fuzzy and hazy
To the pretentious clarities.

An invasion incognito
Passionately intense
Into the physical form
Of the old and the young
And even those
Who fear to cease.

Submitted: Thursday, December 19, 2013
Edited: Thursday, December 19, 2013

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