In That Japanese Town Again
I was there, too.
Sipping on a medium mug
of American-bought green tea.
(But it's been steeped in for so long.)
But if you try to question
how bitter it tasted,
well, it is not that bitter
βin the greater scheme of things
(Tho', screaming, in my dreams:
"If the Japanese withstood
bombings from the skies
like no other,
then why can't they
go through this one?")
Theirs, once again,
are framed signatures,
like household items
in Kyoto; after funerals that
were faced with protests in the state;
Preservation at its best,
equally interinvolved with caveats
βa newer testament in the Eastern front?
So long, cultural values.
So long, moral values.
Farewell, spiritual values!
malabong mata (in Tagalog & English/Taglish or Filipino language)
malabong mata
tumititig sa ginto
itodo mo pa
ang brightness ng iyong screen
na para lang salamin