I watched the insect romancing
My page: he was wingless and saddled
With the sureties of his birth—
Of needs that were dendrites
Wrapped around his mind—
Of an understanding
That was less dawn than twilight.
Should I destroy him or not
Was the question that
Badgered me: after all, am I
Not powerful and smarter?
Yet the insect danced
In circles
In loops and in tangents—and scrawled
His name with his piss
And dared me to disagree
As he ate away the fragile edge
Of Eco’s yellowed verity.
(Published in the Sunday Inquirer Magazine of the Philippine Daily Inquirer,
June 30, 2001)
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