Zero Hour Doc
Hours from here
My man went from door to door
Offering our pigs and chickens at half the price
For any moving vehicle that could bring me to you
That, we don’t have, the farmers said
but blood we can give
On trucks loaded with cane;
On top of jeepneys they came
Pint after pint was wasted; their blood was rejected
They were too malnourished, you said
You needed medicines instead
So my man rushed back home while I bled
You were close at hand. You knew.
You passed me by a hundred times.
I could wait, but my child could not.
My Love’s Labor Lost
It’s hours till dawn, why should you insist?
The spirits just want to be appeased.
Doctors know nothing, can’t you see?
If we align her bones, we’ll soon have that baby.
So the hag twisted her shoulder this way and that
Until I heard a bone crack.
Then my love said: I’m seeing black.
It’s time, I said. Let’s go!
But the freaks looking on said: “No!”
We have to wait for the sun to rise.
