Surrounded By Wolves Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

If sparse hope,
Is to choke upon the moon light,
A garrote upon one timid day of tranquility,
Then it is to submerge one’s body in a bed
Of withered tightened iron collar of the pangs
Of the heart that bid good riddance, but I blaspheme
Upon the very wistful slander

If then, a faltering hope
Is a dance between to people
It would be gyrating, with masquerades
To ensconce the filth of souls
We waltz in front of tombs,
And exasperate ourselves as I,
Together with one maudlin, pray with folded tongues
Surrounded by wolves

I held, one broad shoulder
Of a burly deceitful jinx that should
At least be the panacea to one, tepid blight
My tongue folds deliberately like scouring waves
Of furious velocity with a terse deluge up front
I felt one brazen heartbeat, the last one for the day
Now for the night, a sprawling trepidation
The night spun webs to coil dreams,
And transform them into demons, and not angels

Heaven forbid that I forget to say prayers tonight,
Because the hallowed name has been surrounded by
Blasphemes, and the naivety in men exudes a forgetfulness
In words etched in wood like an epiphany,
Insulting, in a satire of saturnine poetry, concealed
In euphemisms - What to believe?
The wolves start to howl,
And I can feel my bones clicking one by one,
As if signing resignation, I can feel enervation
Like the surge of blood at the lust for life

Unleash these insatiable mongrels
And let them satisfy their hungers
With a consummate defeat of cajoling spirits
I am surrounded by wolves,
And I am ambivalent, should I avert my body
To a stance poised to strike?
Or pretend that these beasts are akin to me -
Let them feast on me;
The wolves have found me,
And I do not care.