The Ruins
time tiptoed at the church ruins
in Camiguin Island,
scrutinizing every detail of
the burial
of the past by the massive
lava flow
of Hibok-hibok,
Death resides here for a time
but travels once again
to find a new place
to sit and laugh,
Life comes with a revenge
of green mosses covering every stone
Until the soil wakes up
With a sprouting seed of corn.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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