Untitled Rage (For The Typhoon Sendong Victims) Poem by James Zeus de Leon
Untitled Rage (For The Typhoon Sendong Victims)
death rushes like mud-water
you were gathered like clothes
in a laundry bin spun hard
you reach for the skies
dark wide eyes
today's prints of last night
were all over
logs crisscrossed
piles of trash
decay
bodies
mud-field of souls lost
in just a sweep of a hand
enormous enough like combs
you use to brush your
loved ones hair
where you stare
your heart on your hand
clenched to a fist
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4/26/2024 4:03:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
there are feelings that we couldn't grasp fully by heart. what had happened here in our place, mostly to children, is terrible enough that no specific adjective could describe it, more so, no specific feeling sometimes, your heart could muster to such enormous loss.