Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
The Museum In Calbayog
what could be inside these
burial jars,
some souls of our dead ancestors
perhaps
restless in our ignorance
these log coffins
and jarlets and cups and howls and saucers
and dishes back to the
14th century
coins, heirlooms
our wooden saints
the altars they constructed
chalices and monstrances
how can i not know?
how can i be an alien
to my own country?
they have plates
and saucers and spoons
how could they have
eaten on bare hands?
they have their God
and religious chalices
how could they be
pagans?
hey, i am thirsty
i need more drink
about my history.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black