FOR BROKEN ORPHANS
here is a tale embedded in a boy’s body
like words sewn into fabrics of memories;
here is a boy learning how to love
in a place where death lives in.
the boy learns how to dance his voice
into a river with still music;
he learns to burst out into blue songs
and dance with the air plaited with rosy flowers.
here’s another boy nursing his broken bones
after flirting with a charming war;
he learns how to whisper soothing songs
deep into his bones, before he takes his last breath
and resurrect into death.
here is a girl turning into a silent street –
her body is a roadside littered with rotten carcasses of men;
men who died at the juncture of her hymen
are tales that turns a name into a rotten body.
her body is a town where love means fire –
her body is filled with ashes of burnt men;
her scars is a memory
baked into tales of burning names.
here’s a girl’s body learning to swallow songs,
songs that died in her mother’s throat;
she’s learning to tear down the wall of her heart
with her screams as her voice fades into the atmosphere.