Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Sweet Sheep


Sheep run down and invent telephones for their
Own communication of sweet naturalness.
The dolphins of the world are now working fast,
The most successful horses of the sea.
They who lay eggs shall feed their old health,
Rocks roll now, lucks are carried headlong.

May the bridge be ruled inwardly, fully crafted,
Forcing the sparrows in the air to pour weight,
As gravity becomes the master of a mate,
Bravery confidently describes paintings of a future
And bones rotting shall defame us in the end.

Sheep also have tools that name us with their speech,
Telephoning is a sinful activity of the real inventions.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 30, 2014

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