Central Visayan Mountain Range, Philippines 1945
when hiding from enemies
at least one dream away from
machines & from bodies that do not sleep that he drags
his thumb along his lover’s smudged chin, notices his face
bathed earthen
the trees once giants, are giants again he tells the moon they come savage and without undoing
after a grenade falls a fresh cavity in the ground appears as a nest and he wishes his own children to forget him they
will be the lucky ones to live enemies must believe
him gone
they are not from these caves dear santos dear virgen evoke what luz perpetual dear palmettos & salt water be all and his
mouth too
his lover lies down wet ground speaking only what he knows dripping face the shrapnel moon he whispers his want
to dissolve like this in ferns