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    na, mula noong 24 Enero, 2006, ang nakitambay dito

Saturday, April 05, 2008
When you imagined them
tearing his chest open and finding
only water, you found the truth
behind history: Words betray.
Only the secrets matter.

But perhaps that is only
your own truth. What you see
when you tear your own chest open.
They poured and poured until the native
--what? Until he was cured
of his secrets? On the page his eyes
are a century apart from yours.
You imagine his lungs
swollen, pale as if bleached.

You imagine yourself, there. Him. On the page
speaking in tongues, the soldiers calling
for a translator. Even then failing to understand.
I was eleven when they burnt
the rice fields. Twelve when they cut down
my brothers.
There on the page,
your body a church of secrets. I heard
my mother scream. Or maybe it was myself.
It was not so long ago. I’m surprised
I can’t remember.
They pause
to call for more water.
There is so much water in your country.
When I killed the first of my enemies,
I felt my throat fill with fire.
Perhaps it was happiness.

There is nothing truer than what you have said.
What secrets can they take from you now?
The names of your spies
pour unto the soil. The strength
of your numbers dissolve into your blood.
You imagine yourself cleansed as you are left
with your guts knotted and torn inside of you.
Knotted and torn like so many roads

leading to the nowhere one finds at the end
of history. Or at its beginning.
Where there is neither thirst
nor the weightlessness of drowning.
Where all that matters
need not be spoken.
posted by mdlc @ 3:36 AM  
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