(Palo, Leyte 1995 with Uncle Raul Abarca Darantinao
my tour guide and guidance adviser)
Why the Pacific waves
Unceasingly dancing and praisingAt the back of these
World war 11 figures?
Why historian’s cameras
Undyingly shot photographs
In front of their
Militarian-grayed
Sculptured uniform?
Why they appeared heroes
Above this murky pool?
I shall return here
Sometimes in October
So I may know
The answers
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