Living Corpse Poem by Naveed Akram

Living Corpse



propulsion often decays into nothing
but stagnancy, the visit of eternity
next erupts to tranquillise my flesh
raising me from the ground
and my corpse jumps
and my corpse curses the prison
once more the ripping
fits the feet and the well-being
I am ransacked tonight.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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