Guesswork for Godmakers


We forget the dry pollen
in the hay, the young skin
that gets stabbed by tiny daggers

lining each straw, the smell
of fresh manure plopping
from nearby beasts.

Those who let the couple in
are left out to keep the storyline
simple and clear.

Forget that sand
forever shifts
under our feet.

This poem first appeared in the author’s book ‘A Thousand Eyes’ (University of Santo Tomas Publishing House, 2015)


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