2: 25 P.M. Roxas Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are things that do not jibe
round peg to a square hole for instance

birds that dive and fly in the belly of the sea
or fish that swim in the molten lava of the earth

us, for instance, is another thing
we have ceased to be human tired of the power of words in our lips

we should have kissed as often as we signify a love that does not change
but, we are some of these things that do not jibe at last

our dances have become awkward
people are watching and they just couldn't say it honestly that we have to stop

us, scarecrows
not scared but powerless over the vultures that feed on our flesh

over those birds that steal the grains of our youth
over time that is too cruel

us, feeding upon us,
about to puke.