Felino A. Soriano- Poetry

Of this Momentum Song (twenty-three)

    Near here, death has occurred—

 we cannot move through

  it: we flail   we shadow  

                        we

    become what haunts

  in the language of

     discontent’s motive.

                     A

       family has fallen

  a handful of desires

   have been interrup

 -ted   what was built

                     is

 crumbling by hands

  whose memory will

not recall strength

   and partition   or

                   within

 now where do survivors

envelope what wants

   to hold and designate

  (as to not fraction

     emotion) emblems

                    of

skin and the purpose

 flesh has on the whole

   -ness of experiential

  acclimation, —what

      hides is more so

 promises than more than

  language unfastening

   at the hinge level

     of labels’ cursed

                   interpretations…

       but what is level is

  cursed: each handmade

   ghost assembles

    grayed language   blued

 to show cultural contact

                         a

sadness is future   over

 -whelming what plagiarizes

 mourning, an emotional

insertion of others’

  paranormal motives   why

                       when

    why then do so many

   fall without faint   but

      with full absence

                   their

   mouths are inactive

  bees, tamed, tired an

     eclipse of

                                   missing

     agony’s misguided

                         grimace