Monday, March 30, 2015

A Dirge of the Pasig River

"Mother, let me die, there's no more sense of living, for I do not belong to humans anymore, I swear; I'm no longer a part of creation, I'm but a stranger... "

Dr Abe V Rotor


Living with Nature - School on Blog
Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid with Ms Melly C Tenorio
738 DZRB AM, 8 to 9 evening class, Monday to Friday
Death of an estero (tributary), the result of unabated pollution and siltation
Pasig River, Pasay City MM. Photo by Mary Kathleen Manalastas

I am dying, Mother, my mother whose womb was
     as virgin as the day I was born a rivulet to stream, 
estero to a tributary that feeds the mighty sea,
     as virgin as the Paradise of Milton's dream.


Mother, let me die - or let me sleep then forever,
     for neither can I flow out to sea nor keep in the sun;

let me die with garbage and silently sink in the murk,

     with foul gases, on thickening sludge, silt and sand.


I hear no songs anymore, Abelardo is long dead;
     I see no living garlands, not a bird building nest
among lilies and floating kiapo, among the nilad,
     pride of a race, woven into mats for lovely rest. 



Ahoy there! Two children are staring at my water 
      but they can't see what is inside me, I am as black,

as a dark night, but oh, how my heart longs for them!

     I have lost all things good - even as a mirror I lack.


Mother, let me die, there's no more sense of living,
     for I do not belong to humans anymore, I swear;
I'm no longer a part of creation, I'm but a stranger;
     but my mother doesn't answer;
     my mother doesn't answer.~ 

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