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