One Lake Poem by Naveed Akram

A flight on a lake is skidding like that,
A swanning obvious one, a skimming release
Of energetic gust and water, a water too late.
He is burdened by me, by my singing song
Of water and Handel like comfort an island.
His live is a sensible one, a swan’s life,
Identical to a bird that poisoned myself
By its wings and breast.
Why deader poultry catches my drift?
Because livers and heads too hairy
Are on the front of my memory.