Smaller Instrument Poem by Naveed Akram

Smaller Instrument



The red Martian plain suffered from murder:
Up he comes to analyse a microscopic sample,
In a dry ocean, in a chamber of madness,
Like the murder and blood of Mars.

Dripping visions explored, expiration affected
The balance of measurements,
Some thunder struck the galaxy
In ways we cannot find or deliver to Earth.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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