Poem for My Friends

This Poem is For You, My Friends

By Mila D. Aguilar

The gods who would take over

Our God’s universe

Are big and small.

One is tall, lanky

Proud of gait

Though restrained now

By knowledge of the

Oracle.

He sends microbes into

Our bodies through the air

We breath and the food

We eat and yes, even the water

We drink, ridding the earth

Of half of its population

The better to rule.

These gods think

They could illuminate us

But our God’s Light shines

Above them all.

Despite the worms

Invading our wombs

Our colons our breasts

Our Redeemer lives.

He lives in the love

You have sent to me

And to all those who need

To overcome 

The cancers sent

By these gods 

Who would rule.

My Redeemer lives

In the fresh winds

Of your warmth

In the food you offer

Unmodified by any

Dark science of profit,

In the clear living water

Of the streams of your love

Unpolluted by desire.

And because 

My Redeemer lives

I will continue

To live in you,

Fighting these gods

Who would rule,

Not to the death,

For our Redeemer lives,

But to eternal life

And His Kingdom,

Which will be the rule.

February 25, 2013

9:49 - 10:19 am

(Specially dedicated to Vince Pozon, who also underwent surgery last night, this time for colon cancer stage 1)

A Valentine's Day Poem

Carrying Eve

By Mila D. Aguilar

Carrying Eve

In the womb of my mind

Four decades

As I ran through 

My country of birth 

And choice

To taste of 

The Tree of Knowledge,

I finally encountered

The Tree of Life

Tall and imposing

Majestic to my

Nubile mind

Without question

My best decision.

My retroverted

Womb

That had gone through

Twelve hours of labor

And then wanted no more

That had gone through

Month after month

Of blood and pain

And then wanted no more

Had to be cleaned out after.

And now, following

Two decades and three

In the Lord and country

Of my choice,

It has been cleaned out

Again, as if there were

Not enough of

Rasping away

At Eve's sin.

I want no more of it.

I wish to be

A resurrected body

Neutered by my God

Living, eating, drinking

Among you all

Husbanded by no one

But my heavenly

Redeemer.

February 14, 2013

2:58 - 3:27 pm

The Day the Pope Resigned

By Mila D. Aguilar

The day

My ovary lining was scraped was

The day

The Pope resigned.

Home hurting

After the rape

By a cold machine

I was struck

By God's timing.

Did He mean me to live through it,

This deflowering

Of the human race

Via drone

Microchip

And nanotech invasion

Of warmed wormy woolen guts?

Was the blood worth it?

Shall we meet midstream,

My Christ and I,

Or will He resurrect me

From my blasted smithereens

Disappearing unseen

Into some nuclear screen?

Does the answer matter?

I am saved,

And someone else is not.

I am saved!

But someone else is not.

Hallelujah! I am saved!

But alas, someone else is not...

February 13, 2013

3:30 - 5:00 am