Tranquil Death By The Streets Of The Capitol Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Tranquil Death By The Streets Of The Capitol



I sometimes grimace and retch
At the hideous figure
That I have been.

I have been sculpted by the travails
With travesty for arms.
All alone
In the world that I see
As I sit beside a window -
The cold blue night
Of tranquil wails
And the shadows were burning
Outside, underneath the fiery rain.

Sometimes, when I stare outside
I see myself drowning in the rain,
Bludgeoned by the crooning of the
Querulous clocks.

The conjured phantasm
Outside the morose window
Yearns to be saved -
The winter devours him.
The moon drinks his blood,
The rain extinguishes his
Purposeful flame
And the thieves strip him
Of everything,
And left him dead,
Outside the windows
At 10: 19 in the evening
With the bawl of the hounds
Engorging the night with squalid gloom.

I sing the requiem of the
Man who died in the rain,
Underneath the cold, perilous night.
To die, alone, underneath the rain
At 10: 19 in the evening
By the streets of the capitol.

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