Ka Bel

by Mila D. Aguilar

Using too much of his head
He fell on it one day,
Blood oozing from the
Orifices he had used
To sense the world.

How I wish he had
Used more of his heart
Though he did,
Incontrovertibly he did.
It went to those

Who used their hands,
Like him, to yank
Steel bars out from stiffened,
Remorseless cement.
And that is why

His own arteries
Had hardened.
Would not have happened
Had he stirred that part
Of the heart

That ticks to heaven.
And yet he is forgiven
For he lived by the laws
Of the God he could not quite
Imagine.


- May 22, 2008
10:00 am-12:30 pm
On the way from Quezon City to Aurora Province,
remembering Romans 2:14-15

In Excelsis Deo

by Mila D. Aguilar

This woman’s playing chess
Without a tear.
After eating up all the pawns
She’s now targeting bishops
From the rear.
No storm, it seems,
Can stay her
Rather deadly,
Definitely
Ungodly career.

Why don’t the people
Arise, you ask.
So many lives wasted,
So much blood left out
In the sun to bask
Like dried meat seeking
Salt to stop the reeking.
Let me tell you one thing,
Dear, it’s not a simple,
Easy task.

You have been asked
To pray.
You have refused
On the excuse
Of forging broader fronts.
There is no way
This front can come together
Of its own accord.
If you’ll but see the greater power
This woman will not stay

Another hour.

October 4, 2006
11:03:59 AM - 12:55:06 PM