we have seen the world’s beauty,
mountains, forests, seas
only to be buried inside its earth.
We lose command
of everything that matters,
life when we can still see it,
when it is graspable, allows to be touched.
We have yet to explore ends
of many a star’s light, a universe unfolding,
a world moving on without us.
What is it with black that we see no hues?
No forgiveness, no chance.
Only silence. No.
Only a plea of hearing tiny bits of sound
in the absence of sight.
But breathing is never assurance.
Tomorrow, we don’t know.
Some of us, most young souls,
become robbed even in most unexpected
moments. And still no remorse from the world.
Shame. What a shameful world it is
to hide our graves in the depths of its void,
suffocating us twice, and the grieving
countless times, until death comes to linger.
Such a shame that we are helpless.
23 Jan 2020
Ian Salvaña, 23, is currently doing his MA in Political Science at Central European University in Budapest, Hungary and Vienna, Austria. He is formerly a faculty member of the Sociology Department of Ateneo de Davao University. He has attended several national literary workshops in the Philippines and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize by The Brown Orient. His works appeared or are forthcoming in various literary anthologies and journals, among them Universal Oneness: An Anthology of Magnum Opus Poems from around the World, Sustaining the Archipelago: An Anthology of Philippine Ecopoetry, Eunoia Review and New Contrast.