Pray Tell, Child Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Tell me, in the withering night.
Does love startle you, like an abandoned child?
Where his cry looms in the nothingness of the night.
Tell me, do the leaves crash, forfeiting life.
Between the autumn gloom and your lifeless wife.
Tell me, where does the earth keep its remains?
Tell me this, have you loved me for long?
So long that even the world died first,
And we are left here, still with our thirst.
I would like you to tell me, in concealed truths.
Does the tree suffer the death of its roots?
Nor does the verdure of life surface tranquility?
The ardor of the moon, the weeping of the Sun
Has melted the wry sky, in treacherous fun.
I hold my breath in lungs like garrisons.
Your mouth is a barrel of a gun,
So tell me this, when shall I face the bullet of your words?
Will you bury me across the cradle of the Earth’s bosom?
The solstice is fast approaching, tell me this.
If the Sun soaked the Earth with life, where would you go?
When the Sun sank in its knees and men soon follow.
Tell me this, does my memory haunt you?
Like a man cloaked in fear inside an infinite tunnel
Dimly lit by your crooked teeth, luminously.
So tell me, if you love me so much, enduring days
Where were you when we basked under the Sun’s haze?
You died, and left your corpse – mine to hold.
Tell me this, are you battered by grief?
Are you robbed of your innocence by a stealthy thief?
You must have loved fully; I noticed your eyes are fainting.
The tides are vague and the waves are dying at the sea
I have loved enough to set it free
I surmise in my pretense, nothing’s meant to be.
Perhaps, a man has died a frantic
In search for answers, yielding the enigmatic
Whilst eyes are open, life is never cinematic
Like the sunrise as the hills divide
In stars and worlds and hopes collide
Surely, there is nothing in it for us.
Save your love, empower your lust
For soon enough, no one’s worth the trust
So better hold this, and obliterate with rummaging thrust.
So tell me this, as I overflow with thoughts
In the morning where I don’t know you
How did it come to this? It’s obscure, like you.