EULOGY FOR JESUS Q.

CRUZ

Have you not been a father to me

in those hallowed halls, who once told me
fly only if you must, and the wings
of courage geared towards the sky
gliding through the challenges
of the world outside the walls
of the university. Have you not been
caring enough to plunge into the abyss
for the errors Ive committed, and to embrace
the broken tunes with your own voice
until fragments of thoughts
become true singing.

Have you not been

a friend, a helping hand
to this terrifying Frankenstein monster
and yes, you believed because you believed
somewhere within this shadow
is a human heart. Have you not been a kin,
whose blood leaped
at my first spills of ink
as if the pen holds

the blood of our kind.

Am I not a father too,

who rejoices at the sight of beginnings,
or a friend to you who would
feel the hurt when arrows cross your heart.
Am I not a kin, yes,
your thrice-blessed kin
who, together with the others,
connect the universes
with traces of our own blood.

Am I not the singer, too,

who sings the lyrics of your voyage
here at this very moment
when you refuse not
to vibrate into immortal life.
Copyright 2012, Edwin M. Cordevilla