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MARNE KILATES
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from
Antinostalgia & the Tokhang
Rhapsodies
from
Antinostalgia & the Tokhang
Rhapsodies
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
from
Antinostalgia & the Tokhang
Rhapsodies
Poems 2022
Poems 2022
Poems 2022
Poems 2022
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
Octaves on the Tokhang
1
Infatuated with the madman, we hear
His obscenities as mandolins, we adore
His crude, grating antics that cure our fear.
His rantings are violins, not on our door
The knock or butt of gun, cruel gear
Of predator whom we see as our savior.
O how we grovel at handsome power,
What melodies we hear in his bluster.
2
What rule of law the madman tramples
We do not know or care, no rule or right
Is sacred, his acts are his brute examples.
His words are curses of force and might,
We cheer his show of strength, how able
His rule: boot and gun erase all blight.
O how we admire his demented fervor,
The martial strut banishes all terror.
Excerpts from The Tokhang Rhapsodies
From UP Institute of Creative Writing
L I K H A A N 4 0 @ 4 0
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3
Our souls are both vagabond and captive,
In the dark anonymous alleys of midnight
Where poverty or the law will not forgive.
In a haze the addled mind knows no fright,
There are no eyes for feet fugitive, furtive,
Devoid at last of fear or urge for flight.
Cheeks scrape asphalt, grit and grease devour
Our souls, each of us alone in the last hour.
27 May 2017
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