Among the patches
Among the patches on my household drape
Match a mass of facts
Facts of colors and black and white
In tatters from—
In tatters from some savage hands
Spoiling at the callous mouth
Heaving, some bayonet rips a worth
Once in a near perfect link
Once in a near perfect quilt
Grieving, I see a funeral of love
The hurt is here like a lark
(written on May 1,2008, Marikina City, Philippines)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well said...trez bien...i like the concepts here