Legacy Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Legacy

Sometimes to find you again these years,
To have you old,
The places on the veneration halls,
The pedestals on heaven.
Where roll calls of confusing names were among your friends.

Tenants in these attics,
That younger world when a war rages,
And you were mastercraftsman,
Body for a woman you seduced,
Father to this fumbling poet.

Where strains of stranger bacterias familiarized,
My young body for recognition.
And sovereign this island between us,
Till death will eventually settle.

And the genes prior that imitate this stumblings,
Through those steep stairs of rheumatism
The hardened limbsand these loins wanting fire,

Makes me stand besides these false dentures,
The superior malecious grins, and the recalls,
To our ancestors of potent deaths.

This was your legacy.