The Departed

They’re dropping like flies,
she says to no one.
Remember the guy who stayed put
at the office
before she left for SanFo?
He got a desk job in Dubai.
His son needed to be a doctor.
He died just two days ago
of emphysema.
Jun Lansang ascended
to a world rewired & called home.
Yes, Popoy Valencia
who personally sold his book
to mark his words
& future absence at 56.
& that architect who built
a colleague’s house?
Aneurysm did him in:
Just like that,
a snap of the fingers
when no one is looking
& you’re done for.
Jesus, they’re dropping like flies!
God doesn’t seem to give you
credible answers
why they couldn’t outlive
black guards & dictators
who still strut their wares:
Somehow, you get the nasty feeling
if the inquisition comes
we’ll finally turn the tables
on him who fuzzily quips
he is the truth.
We need straight answers, amigo.
No more jiving this time.

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