“Walls”

here I’ll stand, hands perched on my waist, waiting
on you to stand up,
bombs on one hand, mace on the other;

swing it here,
bang it there,
feel the shatter, the crack, the opening of shut down wounds,

feel the implosion,
the walls and floor colliding into one another and out into the world.

you’ll be a tremor, but it took you long enough.
you’ll be an earthquake, and they should notice this time.

Published by troycabida

Troy Cabida (b. 1995) is a London-based Filipino poet. He has been a member of the Barbican Young Poets, the Roundhouse Poetry Collective and is a producer for open mic night Poetry and Shaah. His poems have appeared in TAYO, harana, Bukambibig, Cha and Ink, Sweat and Tears. His debut poetry pamphlet "War Dove" is published under Bad Betty Press.

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