Machine Gun Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Machine Gun



I have been breached
By the onslaught of
Nothingness.

And perhaps
It’s time to go back
Behind the machine gun.

A steady warfare
With nothing to win
Or vie for - losing
Is what this fray
Is all about.

I lose myself
And lose myself
Some more
Until this vicious redundancy
Exhausts itself -
Only to prepare
For another
Self-devouring attrition.

A mad futility,
A supercilious tactic.
There’s no salvation here,
It may be under repair
Or sent into
A total abeyance.

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