Sabong in Taytay

By | 1 February 2021

Kristo’s outstretched hands
called wagers
from memory.
Loot for luck.

Slasher’s clamped to draw blood.
Right-feet sharp,
steely & divine.

Gallus gallus, pretty as
Miss Universe
strut with raised feathers:
crimson & black.

The clamour dies.
A perfect bloodline
of currencies flying over heads.
A battle royale in the circular pit.

Soltada! Presto! Logro! Pago!

Sentensyador’s verdict as cruel.
A bird’s eye as traitors.
Two cocks fighting: striving
for Christ and the palm of glory.

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