Roaring Mass Poem by Naveed Akram

It began with blue seas and roaring avenues of tickling sound,
A constant mutter of risky rain, fluttering notes of music that crashed.
A sea had been a boy and girl of the lands facing outrageous weather,
Under the dents of the bends of the coastland, fully eating with munches.
The very real presence of thunder was a squall from heaven and hell,
Laughing and sighing, proceeding to burst the stomach with illness,
Like furious nature and all it contains.

I had the sense of swimming in this gaseous soup of liquidity,
The roar of the waves caused the heart to matter to differences
So hard and long into the books of ancient nature.
I saw my head work into the hatches and blotches so eternal like blood.
My voice was the sea and all it contains,
Towers of water fed the masses who stalked the depths of this monster
So livid with anger and madness and insanity.
I saw him pass through the sludge of extinct bad weather,
A roaring shout was brand new after the crying of masses.