Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Again, Again, Again, Again, Again... - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Some people are sodden
This is a mad carousel -
Mount each vessel
With an impassive resolution.
You can’t kill a man
Who’s already dead, darling.
You can’t steal something
From a man who owns nothing.
You can’t shatter a man’s soul
When he hasn’t any.
You can’t cut deeper into my skin anymore,
You’ve sifted the flesh from my bone.
Can’t you remember?
I guess some people aren’t only
Redundant and sodden.
They’ve got a bad case of forgetfulness too.
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