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A fly that lands on a carabao feels itself to be higher than the carabao.

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A Glance From The Past

…. And the music played… and so the lyrics moved….
This heart… and in this heart, I am living in the past:

I saw not my father's heart or his arms around me;
Neither his hand dug into morsels of rice to my lips,
Nor his belt to my butt or bamboo whips to my skin,
But his fingers ran through my hair when I had sinned.

His path to follow his love which I knew not then,
His strength to stand with feet in muddled ground,
It's not how he walked barefooted on a slippery-road
But to carry me from dirt, on his shoulder, he would.

His voice, when authority spoke, either high or low,
To command his carabao, it wasn't his power to show,
With no fear under rain, lightning, or thunder's sound,
I am this farmer's son and his valor for me was unbound.

It wasn't all of what he knows best that I must learn,
Toil a soil, drive a nail, paddle a raft, or centavo to earn,

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The Farmer and His Carabao

Sitting on a saddle-like mounted stones,
Watching the river runs gently yonder,
Wondrous, countless, tiny whirlpools,
Sublimely caught his eyes to ponder;

Alone, he sees, he hears nothing but
To himself as high as the bird flown,
To charcoaled stem of a dead tree, it sat,
Mimicked all noises if he had not known;

Under that tree, his carabao rests in a paddle,
Snorting and snoozing on his muddy cradle,
But his master came to drag him out again,
So he rose without a splash of complain.

Back and forth, he and his master worked on,
To an acre of land that this man only owned,
As they labored together, time didn’t matter,
‘Till the summons of the night ruled thereafter.

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a common plague
here
how a fly
hovering on
a carabao's back
now behaves
and feels like that
big black
carabao itself?

not uncommon
yet everyone
speaks to no one
about
this discrepancy
as the carabao grazes
on the pastureland
stupidly
as usual

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A New Haircut

all i need today is a new haircut
my thick hair is covering my head
and i do not really like it

like a carabao dung

it is giving me a certain feeling of a hat
a buri hat with lots of protruding fibers
untrimmed

what do i need a hat for?
when there is no rain
when there is no sun
when there is no
heavy debris falling on me

i just wanna be free
i want my brain open
washed by the rain
bleached by the sun

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an unhappy childhood of this man who names himself 'I'.....

i've seen this picture of you
on that far corner of the world

land of snow and you are inside that very thick
winter clothes

there is that smile in your face
and i am taking a closer look

it is sour.

i know what sour is. I've been one for forty years
wearing that

sour smile, and i have many reasons why a smile must be sour
for forty years

the reasons are sour
very sour

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At The Beach On A Sunday Morning

this is an isolated place
the coconut trees are growing uninterrupted
by the talisay trees long ago cut by papa
fenced by barbed wires and planted with carabao grass
this is one thing that sometimes i miss in my life
the molave gate is left open
for the caretaker knows that i am coming
to spend my sunday here...

i told them that i prefer being alone this time.

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Back To Childhood

i pay a visit to Apolonio today
now on his 60th year as tenant of my grandfather's farm

on my 50th year i begin to see the strangeness of the place
where i spent my childhood

the field of plain grass opens a view of a chase
of memories

coconut trees tower to the heights of my dreams
and the winding paths been converted as a wide street leading to the city
of progress and change

Apolonio's teeth are black and broken like a knife with jagged edge
his body emaciated his speech choppy

beside his wife who is already too forgetful about faces
he heaves a sigh and then tries to remember my mischief

hiding his hat and pushing him into the river

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Concerning Your Public Confession

that public confession
was more pubic
lots of kinky hair
and grossly
irritating and you ask

me if now
i must devour you

my sensibility is
touched like a
makahiya plant
in the ricefield
stepped by the
carabao's hope

let me tell you
babes

i'd rather be

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Excerpt: The Magma

the natives are smelling so badly
saliva dries on their lips
they rub carabao manure on their bodies
and put
a dead beetle on their navels

there is no water in the river where they come from
it was taken by thirsty fish towards the
China sea

they are thin
i mean their children who only eat
buds of
the guava tree

their stomachs are filled with air
their
hairs with lice

i guess you know when this happens

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