Ode to a Martyr


Your wounded body
Fits the old mattress.
Your death corrupts time.
Still is the hut, while
Fighters stifle cries.
In the forest, war
Goes on, and the sun
Dries the wet puddles.
Paradise awaits you
Now. The peace
You died for remains
A hopeful promise.
Now we both return
But part ways. I go back
To the forest. You, to Him.

About the author

Mohammad Nassefh R. Macla

Mula sa Panabo, Davao del Norte. Tumanggap siya ng Sultan Kudarat Award for Culture and the Arts. Naging fellow ng Silliman at kasapi ng Davao Writers’ Guild.

By Mohammad Nassefh R. Macla