The Circuit Poem by Naveed Akram

The circuit of artificial men stammer and stain
The clothes with juices of engrossed men,
A caviar is sent, a turret is in the midst of us.
One finds a carbon dioxide molecule inside us,
The circuit follows me afterwards to taste
And hinder the breathing one, who never states
The weather of a past affair.

The saviour of the ideas is here in heraldry,
To see animal signs and the progeny of the priest
Is special like the grazing grass animals,
Wading into the towers of such strength and length.