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.