Morbid List - Poem by Naveed Akram
I appeal to the list of laughter bubbling,
Thinking of changes that read as sudden,
And I am considered dignified by them all.
The interest in what to justify is common,
Never in the same day do swans swallow,
Asking a little morbidity is like a cello.
My excuse for calling again amazed the stammering
Nature of the individuals so entwined with laws.
A departure veiled the deities in order,
Whatever the dampness or the crawling rate.
The truth of it menaced the dignitaries of headship,
The list of this magnitude is magnificent.
I remember a smell in these sympathetic people,
About forty in number, persistent in their assemblage
And waking to the lady and gentleman in charge.
I looked at brown faces with white faces around,
The other faces somehow mingled and bespoke.
This is the very fishing place of my palace or mansion,
Do not be mean to the irregularity I have achieved
With my head and heart that shines and scintillates
My every perusal.
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