Destroyer Of Grace Poem by Naveed Akram

I am the destroyer of worlds that collide
And one way or the other a script arrives,
I am a man of infinite sacred names
And one day the size of another man.
My crying is solely for the grace of lords
Who fashion me with their wit of gloom.
Few people become princely without eyes
That stagger into the night with us.
I am the former official called General
Of this whole army of words, still in verse.
I am the creator of words that danger
Has been the wearer, the worn words are the best.

My worlds empty into their seas,
People must remain silent due to these drops.
My death became a practice from above,
Laughter of the gods startled every single wound.