A single stained glass window in an old worn out church. The only one left intact. <br />A solitary coconut tree on the edge of a tiny island. It’s fruits all blown out to sea. <br />A baby in the arms of a dead mother, expired from the effort to contract. <br />A horny healthy teenaged African man surrounded by women with aids offering sex for free. <br /> <br />A pussycat, orphaned, blind on the floor of a pound, surrounded by angry loud canines. <br />A monkey on a chain drenched in blood, dropped in a cage of starving caimans. <br />A single white mother in a clinic, all her cysts, in her breast and her womb, declared NOT benign. <br />A man, Indian, old and worn in an employment office, former occupation: shaman. <br /> <br />A disco fever diva all dressed up in heels and bangles and earrings at a Rock show. <br />A marine strung up and bleeding on a pole, naked and unarmed, in the deserts of Iraq. <br />A dying kraut in a sea of bodies watching a bird picking at his face, his left eye, a crow. <br />A poet with pen and paper, isolated in an asylum, alone, deserted, just about to crack.<br /><br />Warren Augustus de Guzman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/metaphors-2/
