For I Am Not A Dog Poem by Naveed Akram

Once only a heavy weight, staring are the ears,
With eyes straining, over the shoulders is a calamity.
Golden beyond the wrists, my arms shadow my body,
I am a wolf of design, habit; I am a dirty man of dogs,
Golden and brown ask the shoulders, golden and brown.

For they call me a lucifer beast, a scared situated mammal,
Fiercely attached to other worlds this stroke of time.
Leathery and grey my shift is narrow and straight, like a legged
Monster of mayhem and deceit, the old worries seem rare.

Once their golden pieces clarified my punch, this is suicide,
Forming on the wrists where hurt reigns supreme like coldness.
The fire in the heart stays like anger of the stars, of the galaxies,
Of smooth voids and desperate dazzles, for my wizards and sorcerers
Lurk in the darkest shadows, ready to anoint my healing head.