Poltergeist Poem by Naveed Akram

Jutting in the brain is mayhem, collapse and breakdown
Of remembered material, of past offences you doubt.
Policies are rare and stupid on the issues of concern,
Ones to do with diabolical agony, demonic cadavers
And other horrific incidents we do not name.
The body collected dust and bacteria, it was a victim of murder,
And what collected became nothing, it was just awful!
Decaying corpses shall never enter Hell when ghosts sign on,
The poltergeist works in wonderfully anarchic customs -
Tearing and terrifying, searing with heat, lifting its presence
With care, and demolishing eyes of the beholder.
It defies your life, sucks the blood of your inner arteries and veins,
And eventually you die in the guilty state.