Crocodile River Poem by Naveed Akram

Daylight is upon us now,
Our wending is like weaving a clothing garment
For the care is immense. The forest is immense.
We trek too close to the river,
As those crocodiles are ancient, their scales are of dragons,
And their bite has captured our obsessive thinking.
Days are to go by and more meat-eaters will shrug,
Devouring is all of their duty and of men and bones,
Offered are the adventurers,
Offal is particular taste I presume,
Never taken lightly,
Never bitingly but snapping
Is the desired action.
Why does the forest carry them so long?
Because it forbids them to take of the fruit called men
In this idyllic Eden, agricultural part of the world.
I hope and pray that snapping does not take life.