Chauffeurs Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I will chauffeur you into the dark,
Into the indentations,
To the fringes
Of the life that you have destroyed.

The shutters are defunct,
The gallows narrowed.
The sudden upheaval of the roots,
And the omen of a cat’s
Cringe at night.

I will lead you into the labyrinth
Of the entity you have destroyed.
The days are numbered,
The worn-out women
Danced with me.
The walls are vandalized
With thick rivulets of
Hatred.
The entrances are shunned.

I will let you drink
The stale wine cradled
By a fragmented glass.
The slivers slithered like
The black waters.
Dormant puddles
Gorged with stillness.

I will lead you
To the places,
To the lives,
That you have destroyed.