Dragging And Biting - Poem by Naveed Akram
Drag and bite, drag and bite
The man with the mirror;
His hand carries a labour
To hold the whole glass-object.
Kick the stretched woman,
Into oblivion as the avoidable has
May the bites of eternal length
Suspend the whole of existence.
My offence matches the other pains,
Many defend me.
Dragging a corpse into the golden chamber
Is like butter-and-bread and all
Of its nutrients.
The grave became a worried look,
Internal discomfort concerned it,
With rivers of blood or milk
To enter and wade.
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