• Glenda. Henry. Inday. Juan. Israel.


    “Oh, but after Glenda who was one toughie of a girl, is Henry a guding? Because as full of throttle as he came hours ago, he just pffft sashays away . . . gone, yes, please go—and my Laguna country in all her wetness, like a song, can go back to sleep again.
    “The water element, after all, despite Glenda’s full power thrombonic sounds and a thousand furies, remains Feminine… A Woman.”
    — Auggusta de Almeidda
    “In the event that the number of tropical cyclones within the year exceeds 25, an auxiliary list will be used.” — PAGASA

    again today i wake to utter
    stillness, that meditative silence
    required for daily surviving this world
    but one solitary bird insists on singing
    from a distance, from the branch
    of a tree i cannot see. he happily
    competes with the sound of oil
    sizzling in tuesday morning’s pan

    so it’s another tuesday
    but worrisome me asks
    which man, which woman, which guding
    is scheduled to enter
    the country’s area of responsibility
    as though my once self-determined
    movements were dictated by forces
    not within one’s reach to control?

    what if i were
    that arab ummu
    of a stilled child,
    listed as collateral damage,
    her head half blown away
    by “bullets of treachery”?
    my own ears are deaf
    from macho forces aping
    Nature’s strength

    a dry land is
    where i live
    but my daugher
    had once known
    the sustenance
    of olive trees
    of barley wheat
    tomatoes okra
    that rare roast
    of lamb when
    there is feasting
    on Eid’l Fitr

    what are we today
    on just another holiday
    in a sad country’s calendar?

    i feel i am that one survivor
    in fictive winterfell
    that has been similarly
    raped and pulverized
    until only a three-eyed
    black crow stares back
    at tearful me
    in my desert days
    to chant:

    oh israel,
    oh anointed israel,
    my heart
    shuns thee!


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