From a Far Off Country

By:Bangkaw

FROM A FAR OFF COUNTRY

for Jose Rizal and Ninoy Aquino.

The burnt face 
of the copper pot
lies buried 
in the ash 
like a black moon

and the emptied rifle
and the catridge belt
full of holes
seemed to disappear
by the trees

It is late

The wind rises
The wind falls
over the damp 
soil of the campfire
like a fluttering flag

and my hands are not there

like a battered poem 
in a child soldier`s notebook
with no place to go
and no reason for being
in a far off country

I am never to come back

The dream is my homeland
tattoed on my chest
I carry like love
grown cold 

Bangkaw
1/2/2013
U.S.A

rise above me