Impossible Men Wear Masks Poem by Naveed Akram

The impossible men wear masks and parade their ownership,
Tightly they embrace and wield the swords so begotten.
One skirt tightens and then frocks are bitten to pieces
By the wind that stirs, rocking the innocent beasts of the city.
The men of sheer elegance notice why we shudder,
For the tasks are grey and solid, like the scholars of the attitude,
Existing like they do with strokes of their pens wielding themselves.
One sword is darkness, one sword spoils the tracts of the lame,
Fearing the quake of legs and arms, these limbs retrace an object.
I have men who hate, I have men who love, yet some have both,
What are the pleasures of this city? What do men speak within?
I see their tasks and their city, with glances of the eyes and ears;
Worshippers of the stars are of the sons of the regions that adhere.
The men who confront shall wear the masks of their forefathers,
Let them be their victims of the strongest health and wire.