We Last Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

We last in word, O imitation's image,
Words in memory, nay a sculpted beauty-
Ye lensed reflection, placed sky down, earth up,
Ye a thinking species, hath this been sufficient
Ye would neither cut throats, nor jump fire.

My imagination hath swayed and beyond
A capacity to build destruction, heavens build.
Thus named greed, that shall take me down,
Or a little line drawn on ceramic chandelier,
Or a scroll pulled from under the dust of earth.

Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
November 10,2014.