6 A.M. Manila Harbor Impression
upon entering the harbor mouth
it's not fog
it's smog
smoke and fog
blanketing the capital city
an artificial canopy
green house blanket
warming the globe
acid rain huge net
salty bay turning murky
wastes floating to-and-fro
assorted oil spills
dilapidated junkyard wall
dividing the shore
countless carcass
too foul to smell
greasy porter
greasy pier
naked street children diving
i throw peso coin for their lunch
they jump with overwhelmed happiness
and foolish about it
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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