Daunt Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I am frightened by numerous things
Though I am not very superstitious
Nor a fanatic of fables and omens:

I am terrorized
By the rain.
Harried, little fragile bodies
Rummaging towards the Earth.
How sudden, the rains die.
They remind me
Of my enfeebled body
Cascading, full-speed
And blinded
Onto the wet concrete.
Askew.

The gnashing of the clock’s
Gears scare me.
The festivities are omitted
And it is just a photograph of a
Man who weeps while
Holding a mauve dress with
Black buttons.

Photographs
Scare me, and sometimes
Reach deep down my core
And tie the ivies of my cynosure
Into knots.
How poignant it is
To see photographs
Of festivities,
Erstwhile loves,
Places,
Things
And even dead bodies.

I am scared of the secrets
Of the sidewalks,
Terrified by the silence of
The stars,
Confused by the scintillation
Of the celestial bodies.

But what scares me the
Most is to have a lamp
That sojourns in the middle
Of an exploit.