Brian Evans photo
It Will Be Done
We caught glimpses of it
through the uneven roads we have taken,
and the stations we have reached.
Its fulfillment unfolds, still,
versus the parasites,
with our collective hands,
creating a new wholeness:
Home raised back to abundance.
We all feel the birth pains
of the future we are delivering.
And there will still be wailing…
But it is being born.
And it will be done.
The tenderest bud blossoms
in infinitesimal spurts intangible
as caterpillar steps, beneath the weight
and weighing of night, unfolding; patient,
faithful, as weathered pilgrim,
Each sanguine drop stealthily
seeped into ashen soil—from pools spilt from cups
fragmented crushed burned buried left unmarked
clods—shall soon be accounted for; its cry
tears through filaments of air,
tearing crimsoned sky.
Grievous rivulets through veins
of eyes burst forth, and water that finds its level
without fail waters damned plots, till seeds shoot
roots stems leaves till crowning of buds; each shall
lift darkest night till full bloom…
by dawn: vindication.
Karlo Sevilla, an internationally published poet of Quezon City, belongs to a family of human rights activists. His mother is co-chairperson of the Families of Victims of Involuntary Disappearances (FIND). An uncle, a labor and human rights lawyer, is a desaparecido since 1977 when the Philippines was under martial law.