11 Jan 2019
A meeting at the intersection of death and rebirth.
She becomes neither male nor female.
She is pure vengeance,
raging against time
defying gods in a society
where women are objects to be won.
A haunting familiar tune.
At ang iyong mata’y biglang lumuha ng di mo pinapansin
(Before you realise it, tears are running down your face)
Nagsisisi at sa isip mo’y. Nalaman mong ika’y nagkamali
(And you realise you were wrong. And you repent.)
Hardly soothing but I remember
being lulled to sleep by these words.
S/he moves like a scorpion about to sting.
There is tenderness in this revenge.
S/he moves to embrace him,
He will never fully appreciate the suffering
he has wrought on this life.
S/he touches his face as he dies.
The darkness engulfs him.
The earth cracks beneath their feet.
One kneels. One stands.
One falls, surrounded by arrows.
As this vengeance, hate and suffering falls away,
another cycle of suffering begins.
Somewhere else.
Only faultlines remain.
Glowing in the darkness.
Until the Lions – http://www.akramkhancompany.net/productions/until-the-lions/
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