My Bones - Poem by Naveed Akram
My sack overweighs my alcohol,
It burns the skin of all its gold;
The luck of a box rocks the world,
One neck has to be country-madness.
My sack of bones creates and enters
The fray, the copse of this deadlock;
A speck of blood seethes the cloth
Of a long time and longest day.
I hear the tock of the candle and clock,
My bones are outspread like fortunes of war;
The booty dams the sinners, like the golden
Virtues in all the moral philosophers.
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