observe deep silence in the hours after moths congregate
someone brings a bowl of water, a candle, an egg

the soft scritch of a match signals the beginning of rescue
you hear it from afar like a hammer striking an anvil 

you were on the burning plain or in moss-curtained forests
you were at the place where the sun stuck its coin in the poor-box

gently you pick up the soft body folded across the path
you put its arms into coat sleeves, its feet into your shoes 

* prescriptions; Tagalog 

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