DEATH ON THE TARMAC
Amado L. Picardal
You sprawled on the tarmac
like a dove in flight
that has been nailed to the ground.
They finally stopped you.
Or so they thought.
The bullet that pierced your skull
pierced our frigid hearts.
The shot that echoed throughout the archipelago
continues to reververate
in our wounded hearts.
No bullet can ever kill a dream.
It will only break the vessel
from which the fragrance is released.
It will only crack the dam
from which the rising waters
will break through.
your death has freed us from our fears
and sparked a fire in our hearts
that will continue to rage through the night
until the dawning of the new day.
that we may rise.