Places Our People Are Martyred for the Last Time
By Troy Osaki
On a motorcycle moonstruck
Standing at a table of mahjong tiles
Around a pail of fish
Midday at the front door
In a muddy alley wearing boxers
In a field of summer abacá
While sitting in a chair remembering
the last time their hands softened
in the Philippine Sea
Source: Poetry (November 2022)