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The Wandering Manongs |
| Just Before Waking - Jaime Jacinto | By Al
Robles
Streams and trees Coconuts and bamboo Carabaos and mangoes Kept alive in their minds Old tribal ways never disappeared The manongs and carabaos lived On just enough rice and fish Friends from all over Gathered altogether In the Manilatown rain In Stockton and Watsonville What were they celebrating Old worn out brown bodies Old mountain-forests tales and stories Old rituals and prayers The carabaos scooped up poems Rise up like wild kugon grass Let the wobbly-unwobbling spirits dance To the International Hotel Sad tales fill our hearts In a river of tears All the manongs have gone ahead Only the carabaos and poets know Poems on rocks |
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