Monday, February 25, 2013

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
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)

Thursday, February 14, 2013

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
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

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
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