+ Spiritual Battle Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Spiritual Battle


Eyes fix unto the colorful imagination
the playful scene unto the premature vision
of winged creatures; facing the magnificent east
sometimes face of a man, at times a beast
their quest, all these years, is to be free
to the lands of milk and honey.

And the sight of fate unto their tragedy
in the hour of holies; their dance, their treachery
the here and there and everywhere –they thirst, hunger
the playful gods in the stage of the divine manger
and it seems, their contoured spirit has faded
unto the darken sky of the hallow thread;

Alas! The procession has ended before the three
left the night; to the gates of the infernal sea
the harlot’s seat –unto the man and beast alike claimed:
the man’s scepter of might, its great fall;
the beast’s stuff of beauty, its fatal end
to be consumed itself, and they at last, be burned.

And it has to end, over a hundred years
the vision of the gods be bathe with tears;
And it has to find the final end, to save the last heaven
of them, the nursed souls, suppliance of Eden;
And it has to be the end, to plant the tree
of life and death, unto the unknown and to the worlds.



Note:
18 March 2010 AD. Davao City, Philippines

Inspired from “Piers the Ploughman” of William Langland, translated into modern English by: J. F. Goodridge for Penguin Classic.