I'm sharing here one of my two poems that appeared in the latest issue of the Philippine Graphic (Sept. 13, vol.15 no.14). The other one is entitled Urduja.
Aristos
i.
I Am
a nameless
Tumatagaumen
haply forgotten
like the builders
and architects of Pay-yo
and the Hanging Garden
of Coffins in Sagada
I Am
an ancient Katholi
without a country of my own
without a church
without a temple
but this empty shell
of flesh
listen
to the flapping
wings of my voice
as I sing and dance
my way into the bamboohenge
or the Pyramid of Asia
i will not feed
five thousand mouths
but a multitude
with a single grain
of rice called Word
now
tell me
what is your miracle?
ii.
the breast of Adam
is the earth where
I will stand
to embrace
the Logos
when I Am
is no more
than a minute dust
and dust
I Am
the hand of
a grammaton cleric
who will sign Death's
death certificate
Nexus: http://www.boldtype.com/
The former web-based literary magazine relaunched in late 2003 as an email-based review, presenting each month a short list of books worth reading.
Aristos
i.
I Am
a nameless
Tumatagaumen
haply forgotten
like the builders
and architects of Pay-yo
and the Hanging Garden
of Coffins in Sagada
I Am
an ancient Katholi
without a country of my own
without a church
without a temple
but this empty shell
of flesh
listen
to the flapping
wings of my voice
as I sing and dance
my way into the bamboohenge
or the Pyramid of Asia
i will not feed
five thousand mouths
but a multitude
with a single grain
of rice called Word
now
tell me
what is your miracle?
ii.
the breast of Adam
is the earth where
I will stand
to embrace
the Logos
when I Am
is no more
than a minute dust
and dust
I Am
the hand of
a grammaton cleric
who will sign Death's
death certificate
Nexus: http://www.boldtype.com/
The former web-based literary magazine relaunched in late 2003 as an email-based review, presenting each month a short list of books worth reading.
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