Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems
Again, Again, Again, Again, Again...
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.
How senseless can we possibly be?
With a skin far from the sun-kissed
The frail rain coating the man from the back of the pain
The bulwarks of the brute and carnal flesh,
And the calloused hands of conceit
The dreaded day that he will rise,
Not from the grave, but from the memories