Thor Poem by Naveed Akram

On Thor I rest my bones,
On his throat is an emblem,
On my tongue there is burden,
And my malice is strong and forced.

I will bend bars when strength
Limps like it does when commanding,
Brute force beckons, brute force saves
The days and nights that are swallowed.

On Thor I see strong arms and hammer
Of pure heat, nuclear supplications
Emit from his veins and arteries,
For capillaries of blood exhaust others not him.

Onwards Thor reigns supreme,
His brothers and sisters overwhelm them,
Fierce in battle, tight in courage,
Vacuums are bleeding from the size of him.

And so my bones are crushed by delay,
And so the antagonism spins around
In circles of young fire, fulfilling heat
And energy, strife is committed fully and totally.

He reigns over me, his weight is of gravity,
For his hammer are the tongs of strength itself,
Stray and fair, warm and harmful, fixed by deceit,
And so stranger wisdom is harnessed by him.