Totally Bandaged Poem by Naveed Akram

The arms are bandages with morbid juices,
Those with flesh burn the cookery;
My legs are shaved by the whole horizon,
Letters flow through the letterbox.

My wife stays put with ingots to send the military,
Its job reuses me and relaxes like the winds
Of the desert, with rat men in a curling factor,
They stare at my position and laugh all of the day long.

These heads they marry to the totalitarian state
Are heavier than the stars of a religion that masks
The ideas inside the mind that evolves and revolves
Like guns and barrels of oil offered by the barons.