Dr Abe V Rotor
Tabon Cave, Palawan
More than your name,
you are my father's home,
and his resting ground;
link of darkness and light,
window to the universe,
source of song and verse,
treasured niche in space,
the cradle of my race.
You weaned my forebears
from flint and fire,
bow and arrow to wheel,
to become hunter and farmer,
tame the sea and land,
the air and space,
build megapolises,
explore the mystery
of creation.
Would you outlive my lust,
my progeny gone stray,
the deadly mushroom,
litters of my technology;
would you accept my poor art
of postmodern living,
if I renounce them all
when my brothers are gone -
Would you be the cradle
of my race once more? ~
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