Ways of Dying by Anthony Tan

Something I made for our performance task.
Ways of Dying
By Anthony Tan
2019
Whichever way the wind blows
They fall with the flowers
Ever so gently, shaken down from twigs.
They fall on summer street
Where they are trapped in tire ruts
And become brown paste,
Spoiling the blackness of tar.
Others fall with the flowers
On the leaf-matted lawn
Where chickens feed all day.
Others on the roof of an old house
Whose dark corners finally become a refuge.
Through nooks and crannies they crawl
Their way into the dark rooms,
Eliciting shrieks from the virgins
Who in fright ambush them
With broom, fire or candle wax.
The few survivors go on their way,
Finding their niches in empty cans
Behind boxes and uncovered glasses.
They grow wings in the dark
And vindicate their precarious trek
With a rattle against the lampshade.
In a night or two they die,
But they must die in a way
Proper to their importance as survivors:
Their mottled wings outspread
In a beautiful fall.

[@mikachuyi]

ganda ng accent, galing talaga

[@jawnsteben]

Always loving your accent, man!