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MANILA

Federico Licsi Espino Jr.

“Dust and crabs, dust and crabs.”-Nick Joaquin

A hermit crab upon the beach of time,

She bears the braces of her former homes,

The shells of foreign cultures and the slime.

Now she looks for food as small waves comb

Upon the shore where bits of driftwood lie

But she finds nothing in her hungry quest;

Instead she hears the cries of gulls which fly

With frantic wings that never seem to rest.

They mock her as she crawls upon the sand,

The sidewise movement of the crab

Which Thomas saw in a deserted strand

And used as metaphor in songs that throb

With life. Yes, this city is a pair of claws

Crabbing, creeping with all its tragic flaws.

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