Black Saturday Morning 2012, Holy Trinity Parish, Balic-balic, Sampaloc, Manila
On a black saturday morning,
outside the gates of These Are One,
three play the game of chess,
watched by the ever present politician’s gaze,
and the flowers in mourning and anticipation.
On this black saturday morning,
inside the gates of These Are One,
three wait at the bottom of the stairs,
where once the priests slept divine,
and on the road in the center,
a master walks her two faithful dogs,
while a man in bloody red waits,
impatient for the doors to open,
too early, you’ve arrived,
too soon, to be allowed,
inside the sacred burial ground.
the fragile young leaves of this glorietta plant waits with you,
the hardened tree trunks of another,
waits with you,
both extended in silent prayers,
mourning the death of their Master.