Orchestral Death Poem by Naveed Akram

Scarred and bearing marks of ghosts,
The injured fellow abstains from blood
And the noise of his straightforward heart;
Mingled with the hare is the rabbit.
A season to be jolly, a Christmas fair
Has bloated with bleak conscience.
My stringed instrumentalists portray
A mandible of manic progression.
They shut down on the rest of us,
Finding calculus and distortions of willingness.
These prayers conclude the ceremony of the
Indigenous automatons.
The scarred remains of a brass instrument
Foreshadows the place with events.
Music is this and the joy of it lives,
Pronouncing a single note of deliverance.
May we avoid the black deaths
As we have forfeited!