Painful Danger Poem by Naveed Akram

Painful and melodic agony creates a noise
Throughout the plastic days of dust,
The dusty dangers crop up with something
Hoarse with hissing not purring,
The snakes are here and they went
To someplace else.
The voiceless beasts of slander
Carry on with shaky, prickly tongues
To be so silky in skin and love.

Deafening sounds become squeaking
As the snakes shrill and moan with pain,
Tight under them, tight under their slither,
Whispering into the resonant air,
Worshipping the dusty roads that muttered
Due to the air of tender meat.

Ready and warm was the air,
Hushing the soldiers marching in,
Quiet though they stayed,
Loud was the manner of the hesitation.
Many ranks fainted today,
But dusk launched everyone into
A mild coma.