Can you hear them?
Yes, they are crying.
Can you see them?
Yes, the farmers, yes.
No, I mean,
The blood, the blood.
Each grain is pregnant.
With blood, with blood.
No! let’s fill the rice fields.
Let’s plant bullets.
No, with blood, with blood.
When will they learn?
Why? Is there something to learn?
Why is there something to learn?
Why, is there something--
They can no longer learn.
They can no longer hear.
They can no longer see.
Why? I demand an answer!
Why do I demand an answer?
Why?
You killed them.

We, three children,
bound by that gossamer of a weaving.
Oh, Mama’s moon.
“I’ll cook one for each of you, my triumvirate.”

“One I give to you, my Oldest”.
She clasps it to her heart.
The tide rises,
men fall.

“To you Middle One, this.”
She tinkers the heart that made it.
The world bleeds,
men fall.

What of mine?
To oblivion it is: I will stash.
I, Older than my grandmother, and to her.
But Oblivion’s easy,  a fish caught mine.

Mama sung, we slept.
“Hush, my dear triumvirate, tomorrow
we’ll cook again.”
Crescent smiles formed our lips.
Three moons, crushed to smithereens;
And so was her sanity, and ours.

The circle of life:
Rays of the sun
burnt the santol leaves that were
Dried, red, brown, in a mound
Acrid, pungent.
Jumping crustaceans play with
Sige-sige, puyo, fishes;
Screeching of kikik, on the background
That winged insect, luminous wings before
Trapped that kitten on Alaska can, 370 mL
I see the abandoned casing with a hacked back:
Red, brown, dried, clasping
the bark of that old mahogany tree,
Or santol, leaves
A mark on that childhood memory:

Mother screams
“Go home!”
Arms akimbo
You boil that tower of beer crowns and eat you will!, later
Sweats, sweltering sky
She’s towering.
***'s rim, circled, I opened.
Ah, the circle of life!

Oh gentle wind, kiss my beloved with these words:
Rainbow adorns the sky,
to pave my way
straight to the heart.

That the rain pattering, blotting the windowpane
are my tears.

Distance carved between us.

The thunder, hear!
I’m fighting with the gods,

The lightning that fetters me
Will unbound.

What’s impossible for two hearts unrelenting,
both love tempered by truth.

Together, we live love eternal.

I followed you here.
I saw you.

The promise of eternity,
too tempting to decline.

The flowers of that caballero tree  I saw
earlier this morning

draping my way to your heart.

So inevitable their falling, one by one
those flowers, their petals.

Witnessing, conspiring,
Soldiering on!

Like true caballeros

Look!

They followed me here.
They saw you.

here’s your cup
you took a sip
then left
i'll just take a walk, you said
silence
i could see your back
garbed on old blue clothes you were
little by little
by distance, you went
faraway
fading
pale
blue turned white
into dust
lifted
by the wind
up, up, up
slowly, eaten by the  sun
blinded by light
i looked down
took your cup
sipped
to your immortality
i partook