Loads

The load gaped at us with fright,
The knuckle that hurtled at me
Began the fight, began the fight,
Sorely changing my craft of life.
This load on me shivered to me,
Like a boxer and sailor of ships
That require sport, the very game.
Festivities changed us in our adoration
Of life’s bounties, ladders changed.
An Ottoman Turk bound himself to boats
After killing too many for a sport,
Sailing in our times with paper and pen.
The load of the soldiers was greater than
A Turk, his wittiness bespoke and craved.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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