Another War

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I was seven

a war marred my hometown

Tíyo and the fishermen

soldiers

the deep sea

battlefield

a compound

of the sea’s little bones

of sable sands

in a wicked bottle

their arsenal made

the Earth mumbled

in tremulous waves

the heavens bled

scales

of shattered souls

to the flesh of my innocence.

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Mark Alden Arcenal

Mark Alden Arcenal is a poet, fictionist, and essayist based in Daanbantayan, Cebu. He writes in Cebuano, Filipino, and English. His works have received several awards. They have also been published in magazines, journals, and online.

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