"Death does as death pleases"
He assertedy whiffs, eyes stiff looking forward
His humongous breath bids farewell and fades
With dread on his mind, he patiently waits
A hardworking father to a family of six,
Minus one last month, another today
It all occurred so fast –
A mini-series of unwanted episodes
Suspicion
He thought at first but with reluctance
Tomas is only addled, frustrated
He scrolls down only to reveal more
He discovers a confusion had wrought
In the fragile confines of Tomas
He nudges Tomas; the boy replied:
"Father, do not be dismayed;
it is for certain nothing of your doing."
This had him absolutely dismayed
"Tomas, I can see that you are mad
Mad at what, son? Kindly tell me,"
"Father, madness does not define
these recurring sentiments of mine
I pray that you will no more ask me"
He concurred, albeit not to his liking.
Tumult
In December he met the weary Tomas
Tomas had become thin and uncomely
It was never for Tomas to enjoy indelicacy
Especially when it comes to self-maintenance
The other three wondered at the drastic change
Tomas intently avoided their many questions
Tomas, however, can never neglect his father
"Tomas, have you eaten? Let me make you some stew"
"Father, I am grateful but I need no remedy"
"You need to eat, Tomas. Mama would not like this"
The eyes of Tomas lit up like a burning house—
Intensely rapid and growing in size
Tomas held eruptions in his mouth
He noticed, "Tomas, I am sorry"
With obvious fury, he makes a show
Of passive force: "You disgust me"
Ostentation
No word from Tomas – had him whiff often
Every cloud a cry for Tomas to come home
At work, he remains gaily moving about
At home, he remains deeply troubled
The pleasure of smoke on the body
Confounds the pain that is in regret
Overshadows the evils of self-pity
Extinguishes the flames of tears held back
In February at Mama's mausoleum
Are flowers and lit candles carefully placed
Although the rift stops him from cursing at heaven
He whispers his worries to his patient wife
"Tomas is addled, Tomas is distraught
It seems that Tomas does as Tomas pleases
Why had you left him without prior notice?
Tomas curses at me then at his siblings
Tomas curses at me with much relevance
Deprived of the arms of your love,
Tomas throws his rocks at the sky"
Without a reply but in much satisfaction
He breathes out a cloud and waves his goodbyes
Remedies
The porcelain ashtray has broken in two
Like the bubog thrown away this Monday
It is surely doomed for the trash bin
Does he need to acquire another?
Perhaps this event meant to say
He ought to with wanting break his habit
He had once vowed to sip no more
From the cheap poison that is cheap gin
"Promises are made to be broken"
He foolishly whispered to himself
"It is timely that I follow my beloved wife
to the heavenly grave at sixty-seven"
He foolishly whispered to himself
His whispers drowned the crackles
Sparks flew wildly in the kitchen
The crackling continued to oscillate
His eyes had widened like billiard balls
The crackling omitted a faint light
Eureka, there was light!
As quick as the alcohol had crept
Through his floors just last night
Was the prayer of a miserable father
Given with brusqueness a surefire answer
Yonder
"What now?" he asks her with unrest
"Let Tomas curse at heaven
Let Tomas sleep with twenty women
Let Tomas with haste drive into a river
Let Tomas overdose on whatever
Let Tomas squall at his bathroom mirror
Let Tomas before being shot himself
Shoot twelve fourteen twenty schoolchildren
Let Tomas finally sleep in peace at a hospital
Beside thirty-three grandchildren
Tomas does as Tomas pleases"
"In that case, Tomas will be with us soon"
"In any case, Tomas will be with us soon
Tomas does as Tomas pleases."
He assertedly whiffs, eyes stiff looking forward
His humongous breath bids farewell and fades
A hardworking father to a family of six,
Minus one last month, another today
Four more in separate four days
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