Ramblings and attempts


Ever so lowly and gingerly
Tagoy makes a way
in the pile of trash
his goal – the side of
the bamboo hut.

Carefully tiptoeing
so as not to break a twig,
or even crackle a leaf.
moving stealthily as if a frog,
his prize still inside!

Holding his breath
hearts a-pumping
he put his eye against the wall.
Excitement rising within,
his goal near at last.

Suddenly he felt the reversed end
of the broom stick,
and the angry shout
of Manang Asiang
who just caught him in the act.

And swiftly through the grass he runs,
as frightened chickens cackle,
and the dogs tearing his pants apart.
Manang Asiang hot on his heels,
with her broken broomstick still.

His face now flush with shame,
his legs runs a 100 meter dash.
his heart beats fast and afraid
for what a shame it really is
for a guy to be caught like that.




As if in a haze he gazed

at the coming enemy,

with bloodshot eyes he fixed,

his brain now dulled by drink

but the blade he held firmly in his hand.

Bacunawa slightly swaying on his feet.


Luy-a lunged swiftly like a coiled snake

straight at the prey for a kill,

and in a smooth motion he strikes

the tabas cutting the air in a short arc.


The old fighter instinctively step aside

the sharp tabas just inches from his head

and his right hand plunged with blinding speed

and the knife buried deep into the guts.


“I am sorry my son.”,  Bacunawa said,

as he withdraws his knife now dripping with blood.


In the sunset the dusk slowly turns red,

and as if from a distance he saws himself,

his eyes slowly now brimming with tears,

For Luy-a his son, lays dying at his feet.


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