Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

A Volunteer


I have been approached by a volunteer who criticises,
Do you understand the wolf’s side of this righteousness?
The advanced yoga of this palace called Beauty is resolute,
For the encroachment is an act too unfavourable.
During the blissful years of our canary which talks
We see the excellencies, of the major tones and styles.
I have no need for the sweet designs of this beautiful day,
By the men who walk so greatly in their orders
I declare the sweetness of my soul and all it bespoke.
Rather to my surprise, little skins are too many in thought,
And disembowelled are the remains of the hunted.

Submitted: Saturday, December 14, 2013
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