in Siayan the woman who broke up with her man
ended up dead,
he rationalized that if he could not own her
let no one can
the parents mourn for the death of their baby
whom
not a fly had ever landed on her skin
on his part
his life has no meaning anymore
he has become
the living dead and then with one fatal shot in his head
he exploded
death
there are two coffins in the neighborhood
two funerals
many mourners
ten lamentations
on a tongue in cheek
one of those who gambled on those wake nights asked
all in the name of Love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem