His Head
They’ll carry his head
His head will shine
On ravaging horses
Like a centaur of myths
He made us encase himself
Sculptors manage this
In flowering and planting
His head will shine
His skull is flowering with laughter
The eye-sockets weirdly stare
poem by Naveed Akram
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