When the evening is dark
And the woods have shadows,
She's a dog that won't bark
With eyes red in meadows,
Waiting for my offspring,
For their livers she wrings.
Her hunger dark like night,
Her food living with me,
She'll halt all of your fright
With a banana tree,
Alive in a new form
Of our children worn.
Grab all of the garlic!
All of you should not speak ...
As we wait her to weak.
But in the light of the sun,
The ghoulish wolf transforms
Into a shy human,
Fitting in with the norm.
My friend, can you still trust
When she breathes among us?
(April 2, 2014)
BINABASA MO ANG
Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of the poems I wrote and the dates when I wrote them.
