Bodies just show up

On curbs

In alleys

On the packed Manila streets

Sometimes like mummies

Wrapped and all curled for a long sleep


“Drug pusher ako.”

“Salisi ako.”

“Human ako?”


There is wailing

A flip flop lays disconnected

Fingers curled

As loved ones hover and scream


“I’m a drug dealer.”

“I’m a pickpocket.”

“I’m a human?”


The Manila clouds are low

Over the occasionally torn bustle

History, is soaking into the earth

In blood and tears