The Carriage - Poem by Naveed Akram
The carriage held a death for the hasty,
We slowly drove through the forest
With a demon fixed there, some mortal
Lunacy was afoot, like the offering of a lamb.
The gods were forsaking you today in the woods,
Craving for blood and flesh;
Their lessons numbered one thousand,
Twice they objected to the truth.
The carriage was gaining a thought for speed,
Grain and granules sped past with mockery,
The velocity of a tank was felt by all who were ridden,
Feeling like a successful emotion that came.
The blood and flesh remained tonight,
In this mighty head, so innocent and dry.
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