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In The Mirror

I see him in the mirror,
Hurting his head, filling his teeth.
Blood carries on running and keeping,
Blows of untied knots are about.
Towards the harbour a call has guessed
The answers to the solutions of today.
Boats enter the docks and lie inside,
Off this pier of destruction.
Must the craters enlarge and widen?
No, this side of the town escapes notice,
Its felonies override the whole cause.
Blood drips finally on my pillar
And stone goblets hang today.
The harbours are found to be messy,
Like stones of subjects and topics
We feel the need to annihilate.

© Naveed Akram