The Spoils Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Spoils

Yet to the spoils do l belong,
Yes to the encounterings,

Life entrances, the way to its bountiest trees,
Its fountains in the far distances,
When Sky and Earth did meet, moved,
Fashions and times of my life,

Yes when everything is done and out of season,
And the only fruit that is left in my mouth is,

The hard knots of indigestion,
The last moments of furies for which I have no name and understanding,

When my last appeal is rejected,
When the last drop of tears unheeded,
Mortal man, mortal caricature drawn by the heavens,

Yet I would I considers this immortality to belongs to the fathers,
Belongs and exists with eternity,

Yes, you man had came from the stars,
The very core of your belongiest,
The very spoils, treasure of the stars,

Yes indeed you were pampered, fortunate,