Walking Through The Flame Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I walked through your fires,
The flagellation of your Sun
And the cataclysm of your seas.

Blood leads to a rivulet of death.
Death wants more death:
A redundant warfare.

And now that I have grown weary
Of your lattices
I am now chained to another.

This is not fated by the stars:
The stars hold immense flaws.
Not by religion:
Religion could only give so much.

My hands - stern
My soul - unchained,
My eyes - unblinkered
My feet - enthusiastic
My heart - wanting.

I see nothing wrong
In walking through the flame.
I can only endure
The heat, the arson
For so long.