photo by Erik de Castro found on Yahoo News
Duterte’s dead
are squirming with worms
that take the place
of forensic investigators.
They seek the shortest
and most efficient way
of exposing bone.
To those unacquainted
with the language
of final repose,
the worms render
each body
nearly identical.
Duterte’s dead
have lost the need
for food and water,
for the rare solace
of undisturbed moments
at the toilet.
Hope leaves no trace
in their hollowed skulls.
Only the living carry
that weight as they navigate
the mute streets, the dark
alleys, the witnesses
to the carnage.
Is there really
no memory in heaven?
-o-
The world seems to be on a tailspin – so-called leaders are intent on taking entire countries into variations of hell on earth. In my country of birth, it has been reported that over 8,000 people have been killed under the reign of President Rodrigo Duterte. Among the victims are children, innocent bystanders, and relatives who could not point to the whereabouts of a supposed target.
I entered this poem in the current Goodreads.com poetry competition. I don’t know if the good judges will choose it as a finalist, but I just wanted to put it out for as many readers as possible.
In the Philippines, there is a practice of not wiping the tears that fall on the coffin. It is also believed that if one places a young chick on the glass of the coffin with some seeds to peck at, those responsible for the death will never find peace.
The photo is credited to Erik de Castro, image found on Yahoo News.
