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The Only Poetry About The Last Pacquiao Fight

"Nganong maguol man ko
nga daghan naman ang daog?"
-Perpetua D. Tandoc, philosopher


There is
something
ironic in any
of the Manny
Pacquiao fights.

However,  it's harder
to  appreciate this because
he is a taken for granted boxer 
and his fight is expected to end
with the presumed Pinoy triumph.

It is no longer the case last Sunday.
Spectacular and disappointing are words
flooding out from the viewers mouths.

It is not surprising to grieve with drivers
you don't know. So many people claim
about how low seeing Pacquiao fail on TV
makes you feel, but that was nothing com-
pared to witnessing him sleep from a punch
like a dead thing from screens that are as
communal and big as the disappointment itself.

Isn’t it hard to watch someone you respect fall
in the arms of a friend? Reading James Salter is the thing
you compare to the grief you feel for him. Only a Pacman
Fight  can make you cry this way. Needless to say,
the pain is a play.

Impressed or depressed,
you the spectator of fallen
Gladiators are entertained.

Confused or convulsed
by vicarious pain, the axed
Attacks are still a taxed
Game of blood you enjoyed
in the greed of buffets

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