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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
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Poems 2022
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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)
Time's Enchantment
Either follow tradition, or invent such fables as are congruous to themselves.”
—Horace
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A penny for the Old Guy
The Old Guy crashed the party.
He was the Sign of Things
To Come. He could tell all, he could
Shuffle all the cards.
He could give his little finger,
Reveal what he had seen
In the past, before his execution
On November Five.
Gunpowder was alive. But no one was
Shocked. The cards were
Obsolete. They had redrawn
Everything in their cheat sheets,
Reprogrammed their SIMs
And RPGs, planned their Gran Turismos
& Shoot ‘Em Ups. Seen it all:
The RH Bill would pass,
But not the Freedom of Info Act.
Corruption would win
In the wink of an eye. Neither
Asange nor Snowden
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Could prevent the State
From snooping. And bad governance
Would persist despite
Facebook or Twitter, despite
The Anonymous hackers.
And only Junior saw the sign.
The dystopian future
Was a Selfie in the mirror:
Time’s enchantment
Looking at itself, Big Sister
Contemplating her old age. It was
A Miss Universe Contest.
The Middle East will break up,
We will not know when
The Second Coming was at hand.
We will only hear the drones
And our enemies, our masters, will be sitting
In Board Rooms, presiding over arms
Deals and factories, and Terror and Capital
Will continue to eat our children.
August 17, 2014
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Marcel Antonio, The Falling Star
