With my own hands
I dug a hole deep enough
To conceal her cold corpse
With my own hands
I lay her to her grave
Watched the soil
Welcome her to eternal peace
Then I stomped upon her grave
With my own feet
To level it with the ground

And leave no trace
No reminder of her passing
She died
Of a cause too corrossive
For her vulnerabilty
Too vulgar
For her integrity
So she died
Too young
Just two months
Poor bitch
Just a puppy
Upon her death
Jeffrey Des Binwag, the author, is a professor in Saint Louis University, Baguio City. A former writer and editor of White and Blue, he is an adviser of that official student publication of the university.

(* You, too, can have your articles, lectures, etc.  published here.)




Sponsored Links