I And All The Other Caged Men Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

We are in separate cages,
Young men with pens
Together with the sages -
Sages we are
Sages we are not,
This be true
Over a frozen gale of poison
We taste the daggers
And swallow this toxic madness.

Put these mad men in cages
And they will perhaps
Devour themselves
Starting from the limbs,
To eyes,
Mouths,
Gnashing teeth
Together with the whirring
Of the clock’s gears -
When will this madness ever come
To a halt?

Million years in a war
Jaded inside a cage,
Million years more of
Torment, a death
And perhaps an anticipated life -
I, together with all
The caged men
Comprehend,
And decoded
That these locks
Have keys ensconced into
A land that was told
Once over the prairie
That held traps for us
Tactless men.

We let the night wind bluster
And fan the flame
Until it swallows us whole.
Who will gather our ashes?
The reminiscences,
The patrons of our distress?
A god that relishes in the etude of
A seraph striking a harp?
I do not know
For I am caged
And so are the other men.

I only pray to
An omniscient being
That perhaps
Somewhere in the unreachable distances
There’s someone
Something
Who holds the keys
To these
Seemingly impenetrable
Locks.