From A Button Poem by Naveed Akram

The hammer or the flower?
A button is pressed, one flight
Left leaves, one of them.
The hammer or flower angelically
Mutters, towards a goal of wood.
It burns, fully, gradually, and this much
I know, that knowledge weeps,
In my name.

The plants of this world are computers,
Sense their binary, biosensors are needed,
Commodities exhale, with commerce
Interrogating the public.
The plants of this world are words of genius,
The bang of the biggest bang
Blew me a gesture of organic symbols.