Vis-À-Vis: Ii Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Man overboard
The high seas
That waft with the wind:
He is a motionless wave,
A turbulent island
Within the proximities
Of the baleful corals
And profound trenches.

Other people
And the susurrations
Of their pursed lips
Tinkering with the hexes
Of the bewitching of
Their lunar tails and heads.

Such enmity
Can one hold but not for long.
Such vitriol
Meant for a ruthless bastinado,
An uncouth bayonet
A glistening, salient blade
Made for shifting bones to flesh
Or flesh to the Earth
Or earth to the ashes
Of the erstwhile holocaust.

What love?
Do they know love?
Love, a puny incandescent
A rambling leaf,
A loose thread,
A decrepit pendulum
That lurches endlessly
But does not tell time
Or lost time
Love is a faint thump
A marred symphony
Look at what these people
Did to love
And its context.

The famishing genuflectors
Upon the pews
Babble gibberish
Pray, tell blasphemer
What faith do you hold?
You aren’t even good to your God
Any kind of god
Buddhist Gods,
Shinto Gods
Whatever Gods
Whatever sagacity or treachery
You are just not worthy
For a God’s stable profession
Of acquittal.

Before you hold hate,
And waste love
Alongside tampering faith
There’s a mirror
In front of this mazy flophouse
Go there
And relish in front of it
Heck, write a novel even
About how disgusting
You are
One on one,
In rumbles,
In alley fights
Bar brawls,
Continental wars
Or a psychological warfare.