albert b. casuga

Rookie (29 April 1943 / Philippines)

Song - Poem by albert b. casuga

Dawn is red on this ruddy face
Sun dogging his craggy trail,
The song deep in his throat:

“The last best fight, my brother;
Our blood on the tip of steel! ”

Brother to the pulsing spring,
To the bushes and rocks, the wrath
Of days, of quietness descending.

“The last good fight, my brother;
Our blood on the open trail.”

A song arrested in his throat,
The steel tensile in grace,
His still point is a point of steel.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011


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