Eat, Fray, Demise Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Sometimes I throw
A blinded flurry
Of vindications
And salutations.

Hate eats
Love

The demons
Send the gods
And the consciences
To slumber

The wind coils
The trees in
A topple

The stones steal
The reticence
Of the stars

The nights
Flabbergast the
Dawn

Winter ridicules
The summer

And even the
Autumnal sigh
Of the foliage
Is besmirched
By your heart.

Grief devours
Bliss and its
Avenues

War ignites
The fire that
Would incinerate
The tranquil state

The icicles of
Solitude bereft
Of redemption
Shamble away
Into respite.

Women
Killing men,

Men
Violating women

Children dying in
Alleys and
Wombs

Love and its poignancy
Trifled with contempt
And sin

The laughter
Of the populace
Delivers me into
A sad susurration
Of my body
Upon this very bed.

I am
Eating
Myself
In
This
Process
Of
A
Loneliness
So
Deadly.