To A Man
Your daughters are dying in the sand.
Their skin's ruptured, teeth and tongue dripped
unto the soft land's deepest sorrow of lie, lying
decaying outward from the beauty of *ugly-
Ness, yes you too like them have daughters
in your skins rupturing your teeth and tongue
to drip slowly and slowly its juice unto my craving
For these words. Dye your hair red
and undress yourself to put this little dress on
from your daughter's cabin and aunt's head
then die, die, die with the ugly beards you touch
while wearing the poisons of these words.
*syllable style's from one of Dr. Cirilo F. Bautista's canon poems.
Their skin's ruptured, teeth and tongue dripped
unto the soft land's deepest sorrow of lie, lying
decaying outward from the beauty of *ugly-
Ness, yes you too like them have daughters
in your skins rupturing your teeth and tongue
to drip slowly and slowly its juice unto my craving
For these words. Dye your hair red
and undress yourself to put this little dress on
from your daughter's cabin and aunt's head
then die, die, die with the ugly beards you touch
while wearing the poisons of these words.
*syllable style's from one of Dr. Cirilo F. Bautista's canon poems.
Labels: Cirilo Bautista
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