Martins Tomisin writes

DEAD GUAVA-TREE (threnody)

The GUAVA-TREE at my frontispiece

Initially was intensely sturdy

Maturated

Full-blown

And dead:

Now sawed

With a sanguine chainsaw.

Its browned leaves

Playfully hovering amongst the windy wind.

Dead leaves beneath my feet,

Squashed with a regard plaintive melody repeat.

The squashed dead leaves of my heart

Reminisce the lost and bygone dreams

Hushed in the shadow of relic grit.

Beyond a shadow of a doubt;

Life is like a pinch of earless silk of corn

Or like that of a dead guava-tree

Sawed with a sanguine chainsaw.

Guava Tree -- Lawrence Daws