Innocent Tasks - Poem by Naveed Akram
There he lay, answering the junior fag,
Hoisted in his mouth, open and violent;
Its lying that the business runs,
To keep truth or to die in absolute solitude.
One fag is apt to the task of prepositions,
My Saturday lecture taught me that.
It was particular because of ions and electrons,
They faultily behave in ways of men
And drag old tasks to shame,
Feeding on the establishment in honesty,
And telling the truth sometimes.
The fag was like a revolver to him,
Beaches of sand were kicked in the corner,
And an angry world due to signals began
To enlist the corps and all the remains.
My Saturday lecture became my honest guest
To the troubles of this man who apologises,
Inside the rhythm of time, so that behaviour
Is slight and timid, with fags in mouths being
Similar to the questions posed by innocent folk.
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