crimson blood flowing through the gutter white cloth folded in two half-covered body bruised eye swollen lip broken rib missing tooth pale skin strands of hair scattered on the floor scent of flesh lingers in thin air silence.
droplets of water falling from the patched roof little creatures squealing, screeching over a piece of bread ragged children slumped on the corner they call her mother tired eyes fixed on the walls in deep thought tears unuttered silence.
red carpet laid along the aisle floral-filled rows people dressed in pastel empty the halls one by one man in suit and tie golden ring held in hand a letter on the other words scrambled on sheets of paper but all he could see is βSorry.β church doors shut silence.
pen and paper half-empty cup ten pages of enigma blank spaces and question marks staring on the floor in search of an answer trying to recall a missing chapter clock strikes nine time is up silence.
This poem is included in Cotabato Literary Journal Issue 13 (September 2017). It is also posted at Sulat Sox Facebook Page.