Dogeaters

here's a poem i wrote a few years back during a planning seminar and workshop while i was still with the spectrum. while on a short break we were asked to write a poem (or at least try to), and i wrote this as quickly as i could, a poem based on an idea floating around in my head at the time. i don't know why i had that idea there, but i wrote it down anyway. i haven't had the initiative (or the courage) to polish it since then, although it's been published in the 2006 edition of the scribe.
- vincent pido

Dog eaters

Bantay,
my best friend,
wags his tail
and licks my face
as we run through the fields
in a playful race.

Bantay,
my best friend,
barks in obedience
as I call him
for us to go back home
before the day ends.

Bantay,
my best friend,
ends his meager meal
of day-old left-overs contentedly
and sits on his haunches
leaning beside me.

Tatay,
my worst enemy,
and his other drunkard friends
are outside,
laughing,
and drinking,
and eating.

Tatay,
my worst enemy,
brings out the knife,
the chopping board,
the frying pan,
and the spices.

Tatay,
My worst enemy,
shouts at me,
shoves me away,
and pulls Bantay
by his wagging tail.

Bantay,
my best friend,
wags his tail
innocently
as he meets his bloody end.