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Kilala kita. Oo, ikaw 'yun: Nagkasalubong na tayo minsan, sa LRT, sa Gotohan, sa kanto ng Aurora at Katipunan. Nagkatinginan tayo. Hindi mo ako kinausap, pero alam ko, nakilala mo rin ako. Kaya ka narito, di ba? Para sabihing, Oo, oo, ikaw nga 'yun. Naaalala kita.
O, ha, Plurk, o, ha!
Radyo? Radyo?
Libreng humirit

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Tambay ka muna
Lokal Kolor
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Tropa ko

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

The Doomed
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Poetry with lilies can’t stop tanks.
Neither can poetry with tanks.
This much is true.
Here is more or less how it happens.
You sit at your desk
to write a poem about lilies and a clip of 9mm’s
is emptied into the chest of a mother
in Zamboanga. Her name was Hamira.
I sit at my desk to write a poem about tanks
and a backhoe in Ampatuan crushes the spines of 57
-- I am trying to find another word for bodies.
The task of poetry
is to never run out of words.
This is more or less how it happens:
I find another word for bodies
and Hamira remains dead.
Her son was with her when she was shot.
I didn’t catch his name.
I don’t know if he died. Perhaps
he placed lilies on his mother’s grave.
Perhaps he was buried beside her.
One word for lily is enough.
There is enough beauty in flowers.
I want to find beauty in sufffering.
I want to fail.


posted by mdlc @ 2:25 AM  
  • At 7:33 PM, Blogger Peachy said…

    Oh, wow, Kael. This is awesome. I haven't visited a lot of your poems, but they've changed so much since we were co-fellows. I like the tautness stretched from line to line. Galing! Keep it up, man. Knowing you, it could only get better.

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