(For Lino Brocka)
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
The body dies, not the person.
Gone is your body alright
As birds announce at night
That gone is the sun
They ought to rest.
Your person, ‘tis a sublime conveyor
Of manifold messages and undying lore
Letters that spoke clearly to the unlettered
And the unlettered, to the lettered
Person is the perfect herald of life
The unlettered at last had eyes
And ears that stretched out to
Infinite worlds a-speaking: we ought make
Justice work finely, infinitely.
Go now, immortal!
Merge with the immense field of the kosmos!
A field without brims
Like you are to your fellowmen.
Rested and gone, be assured
The world will sing tunes of praises
For you a truly glorious countenance
You are a marvelous anthem remembered
[Writ. 24 May 91, Cubao,Quezon City, M.Manila]