Broken Glass Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I could endure
The music the rain makes
As the frigid drops shatter
Over the rooftops.

Even the sound of rifles
That bombard the city
With such lavish havoc.
I could tolerate that
For my thresholds
Are as profound
As the transatlantic trenches.

The sound of a lion’s prowess
And savagery
I can metamorphose them into
The sound of sirens
That the cadence will be
A seraph’s allure.
I can almost dismember
The dissonances
And tuck them
Sweetly into
Your impassive ears.

But I could never endure
The sound of a broken
Liaison.
A broken glass -
A surreptitious desire to
Break free, to fragment itself.
Such portent is carried
By two bodies hitting
The floor.
Such blare can be heard
In two people
Undulating between
Remembering and
Casting
Into oblivion.