Places Our People Are Martyred for the Last Time
                        
                            By Troy Osaki
                        
                    
                
                                                                
                            On a motorcycle          moonstruck
 Standing at a table of mahjong tiles
 Around a pail of fish
 Midday           at the front door
 In a muddy alley wearing boxers
 In a field of summer abacá
 While sitting in a chair           remembering
 the last time their hands softened
               in the Philippine Sea