A Game- A Fall (/) Poem by Jordan Legaspi

A game- A fall


That night my spirit is burning
not the flame of light but the heat of lust

Whose voice as sweet as those songs of Pan
coming out from my mouth- roughness of my thought

That moment darkness is invading the corners
my wings ready to fly not to heaven but to hell

Searching for stroke the ill-human desire
trapped within my soul- a touch enough to die

Not of breath but of faith
hallowed a man for years now- and soon be fallen

The armored chest be naked against the light
the veiled head is exposed to the unholy sight.

That event thus taking its trade behind the curtain
of those bodies sweating and melting like angels on fire

The night like the other nights of madness in passion
from head to toe a current of unearthly motion

Oh, holy God, why yesterday a saint a man such me?
lo and behold a horror of truth gave birth to me

The hallow are broken like lantern of no value
in the corner be seen not by them- my friends.

God oh God what else do this guilt can do
to a sinful man called for a sigh a blow

I am no longer worthy to be- but spear me my God save me
let this night pass away and let me see the new day.