DEAD GUAVA-TREE (threnody)
The GUAVA-TREE at my frontispiece
Initially was intensely sturdy
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