* Grief News From Mr. Intrams Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

to Joney Caudor, Paranaque 2010

I had asked you
where is Carl
our batch mate

you sliced your throat
through finger
symbolizing death

Carl was already dead
from a self-inflicted blade
slashing his pulse, i think

Life is short, we know
but we're not in position
to make it more shorter
even in a justifiable suicide

Life is a candle light
flaming brief
and see-
the melting wax
won't kill its
burning flesh
even groaning
in heat