Futuristic Gathering Poem by Naveed Akram

A futuristic gathering awaits the mysterious,
The hereafter dissolves a mineral, one so dire
In importance, and liking itself, like one possessed.
One baseball cap is a helmet for the gathering,
To whack the softball is open to doubt
As this does not certainly compete with disaster.
The head cloth is a dressing of a vinaigrette,
One spills it onto the vegetables like ice flowing,
One carries peace and hard and heavy action.
Kepis of some future shall accompany the shining
From the middle stars, not this sun or solar star.
Needed is an opera hat to take visions of stars
On the stage of a mirror and battlefield of right.