Hard but real and raw.

Hard but real and raw.

A Poem by Dawn

Side by side and living on top
of the dead.
and try to survive
daily with their families.

Their child plays with human bones
as toys.

And they sleep inside
mausoleums as houses.
Actually sleeping
on the coffins as beds.

Its free accommodation
for some
and caretaker jobs
for others.

Sprawled over 133 acres,
of the Manila North.
A cemetery is one
of the Philippines'
largest burial grounds
and this is where the
country's presidents,
film stars
and literary greats
are laid to rest.
on the mountains of coffins,
tombs and ostentatious mausoleums.
That scatter across this vast land.

This is the home to many.
Who feel safer living there
then in the crime-ridden shanty towns

Some have carved out jobs.
Making coffins or gravestones
and selling flowers
to the daily mourners
who arrive to pay their respects.

This is their way of life.
They even have makeshift electricity
wired up. Also, shops selling cigarettes,
food and snacks.

Life is never boring here.
Hard but real and raw.


© 2019 Dawn

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sounds like Romeo talking to Juliet (when he thinks she is dead) and how he is going to make his home, with worms...
life is real and raw...and some have nothing else to look forward to, but surviving...


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Added on March 15, 2019
Last Updated on March 15, 2019
Tags: prose poem, reality, fact, true, death, live, together, as one, coffins, mansoleums, shanty, poor



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