Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

(Pilipinas / a.k.a. Jetfellow Marchanism)

*K- 9 DOGS


they are untagged heroes
inside malls
open bus stations
airport lounge
populated road corners
check-point zone
they are heroes in all occassions

They are auxiliary CIAs
policeman extended arms
a guerilla counter combatant
the mortal foes
of all self-inflicting bombers
flying in the air
in the vessel
in the land among innocents

K-9 cold flat nose
sensitive tiny sensory
deciphering terror tactics
to scrumble the white fog of peace

and in the room where one unfamiliar bag
above alleged drugs
pillbox-panic crowds
expect K9 heroes sipping nostril apparatus
to close the unclosed yet
bomb mystery

Submitted: Thursday, May 28, 2009
Edited: Monday, June 01, 2009

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