Poetry Issue 12:3

   Issue # 12:3 : January-June 2010

Philip Jorge Bacani

Concluding Remarks on the Flora and Fauna of Maguindanao
24 November 2009

      Note these leaves, green to brown, branch
      To soil without turning red. They, too, fall.

      This seems like a place where nothing happened,
      Will happen, only a sun at noon, high

      Against an autumnless November.
      We do not have to know all the species of birds

      Present here, but note the attention they pay
      To the most miniscule of stones lodged between soft

      Feathers, the quick heads, quicker beaks;
      From a mile, everything as still as taxidermy.