albert b. casuga

Rookie (29 April 1943 / Philippines)

De Osteo - Poem by albert b. casuga

-A nun cleans Bacalzo's bone statues at the altar.

Pallor on the bone of Bacalzo
Becomes an afternoon heat like this –
The frenzy in the ashen marrow,
The prayer in the hour’s tease:

Ah, Sancho, femur-born Sancho,
Calyx of a star or tendon of fish –
Do you look at me as I do you
With half an ache or half a wish?

The dark in the hollow of a bone
Traces the shape of undone circles;
O, you die in the marrow of tone,
Wake into the fright of rituals.

San Antonio de Osteo, moan
Of a carcass or carrion of miracles,
I alone must clean your bone,
I know the softness of follicles.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011

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