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Two poems by Eric Abalajon

Eric Abalajon, Iloilo, The Philippines

 

Garbage Crossing

 

East of Bacolod

Excited, she asked us 

to stand in front of the falls. 

The picture turned out good.

The water breaking into 

well placed boulders, the landscape

layered with small palm trees

and trimmed grass made to 

hide the remaining visible mud.

On top, just a glimpse of an outline

of the steel railings to prevent

people falling into the lake

by accident. We walked back to 

the hall for lunch, I asked what 

this place used to look like before.

Cane fields, of course, 

she says matter-of-factly.

When sugar prices crashed, and well, 

never recovered, the descendants of the 

owners had to think fast. Some say the rocks here

were used to extend the city. 

Eventually becoming the area 

where SM City Bacolod now stands, 

frequently attempted 

to be reclaimed back 

by the Guimaras Strait

to no avail.

My parents recall, a beloved priest 

had to be reassigned 

since his sermons talked 

about the evils of quarrying.

Nonetheless, Iā€™m still glad Alangilan

now has a farm resort. 

A reason for you balikbayans[1] to visit me.


[1] balikbayan refers to a Filipino returning home to the Philippines, either for a vacation or for good, after having lived or worked overseas for an extended period of time.

 

Eric Abalajon is currently a lecturer at the University of the Philippines Visayas, Iloilo. Some of his works have appeared in Revolt Magazine, Loch Raven Review, Ani, and Katitikan. Under the pen name Jacob Laneria, his zine of short fiction, Mga Migranteng Sandali, is distributed by Kasingkasing Press. He lives near Iloilo City.

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