He ate my older brother
in the swamp of seven thousand lilies
in the 107th leaf -shaped like australia-
his tongue unrolled.
Brother ate no shit,
buzzed like the on-time pizzahut boy
crawled on Kris Aquino’s chowder,
on St. Lukes’s O.R.
Fly to Ephraim in the UST library
for he knows the life cycle of a Frog
let him disect,
and pry his green eyes out.