Crushed Lungs Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Crushed Lungs

Just as a face or a masks,
Facts or illusions,

We lived and refused the course
Of our destination,

Brought up by the voices of the mud and the sound,
and cacophonies of crickets,
the throaty croaks of a frog,

Brought up by pure hymns of a church chorals,
The tintabulations of the schoolbells,

Brought up by the crowings of early roosters,
The buzzings of kumakaze mosquitoes,

The morning racingsof our heartbeats,
The loud yawns for a yearnful sleep,

Or a sudden impulsive startles of a longtime friend,
Nor can I dismissed the sensual call of my girlfriend,

Isn't a qualifications sufficed for a corpse on a morgue,
Dissected larynx, crushed lungs,
unknown to scream,
or ticklings from titillations
or the sing for hallellujah's