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Volume 12


Dog Eat Dog - December 2013


Verse

Waqas A. Qazi

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Waqas A. Qazi

Waqas A. Qazi is an earth scientist by profession and specializes in analyzing satellite imagery to study the Earth and its processes. He has been an amateur fledgling writer since many years, but has only recently begun to take himself seriously as a poet. His work has previously appeared in Papercuts.

        
      
       
            
              

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Mad Man’s Villanelle


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There’s a war out there, can’t you hear?
The guns thunder, the fires breathe,
And near, near, our deaths draw near.

Pity, such valor, such thoughts cavalier,
Soon, soon, will come the gallows’ decree;
There’s a war out there, can’t you hear?

The bars are full, flutes clink, many a cheer.
While the town goes on in its merry spree,
Near, near, our deaths draw near.

Is that a battle-cry I overhear?
My blood withers, my mind a seethe;
There’s a war out there, can’t you hear?

Undertaker! Here comes the musketeer;
That grim knock, is that Azrael’s glee?
Near, near, my death draws near.

I will sit and craft a poem here;
A footnote to my life’s debris.
There’s a war – can’t you, can’t you, hear?
Near, near, my death draws near.

 

 

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