from Mexico swine to Canada via Phils, down to Laguna
to Buleran farm
i am here
where
cross-breed hogs squeaking
swine flu free viruses
cocks crowing
irritating to my ears
shaken my sleepy misty morn
foul excrement
cohorts native farm
breathing air
sound fishy to smell
carbon dioxide for
almost 3 consecutive nights
overstay
but it wouldn't break yet
my nostril immunity
in fuming baleful deadliest
airt pollution
injected from capital city
where I came from
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