Health is wealth
And my cup overflows
Daily ritual offerings
Supplication to the body
A short tempered temple
In perpetual renovation
Swallowed strength
With determined reluctance
Drained the glass
Graceless avoidance
Patterns of neglect
Give way to convenience
Improvement by others
Gobbled good intentions
Shimmering heat on feathered whites
My gaze bounces across the pond
To yellow billed twitching
of watered down sounds
Dive and dine
on delicious duck cuisine
crispy skin to juicy meat
Peking duck
Roast duck sisig
Tender and wild
swimming across the tongue
Empty space
Function or waste?
Is it not for convenience’s sake?
I find it hard to believe, oh copper’s friend
Is so weak as to break and not bend
Alternatives though is miracle-rend
Delicious danger
Brother to officer’s gun
The same hands hold you two
The same finger that grasps the trigger
With your absence things are messy
Sticky lips, lollipop digits
A grateful snack
The signed-off patrolman’s dessert
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