There was a house
It stood majestically in the heart of the town
It stood proudly in front of the seat of religious fervor
It stood beside the political seat of power
It stared directly at the erect monument of the national hero
It presided over the festive atmosphere during celebrations
honoring the Lady of the Candle.
I do not know how the grand old patriarch had designed it
I do not know exactly when it came into being
I do not know how the great posts have been erected
I do not know from where the tiles and wood have come from
but I do know that the grand old man had created a vision
of symmetry and rhythm and beauty into every nook and cranny.
The house with its five spacious boudoirs and airy living area
surrounded by a balcony abloom with milflores during spring
to lend its harmony with the May Flores de Mayo
and chrysanthemums, yellow, white, purple during autumn
to be attune to the memorial celebration to honor the departed
Is a sight to behold, a picture perfect structure that gives
dignity, honor, color to a glorious southern town.
The house has seen the reign of the conquistadores
who called the Malayan forbears "los indios"
The house has catered to the chinky eyed nippon soldiers as they
danced and made merry-making in the airy living area
when they occupied it and made it their quarters
So they could preside in the early morning rituals of the townfolks
as they do their calisthenics in front of the warlords
counting...itcs, ni, san, si... over a speaker
While the owners cower somewhere in fear, powerless over their
priceless abode, fearful lest they get entangled in
the greedy, brutal power of the usurper with
their glistening bayonets and mirthful laughter!
Somehow the house has withstood storms that whirled around it.
Somehow, the house was preserved with all its history of glory,
of pain, of endless buffet of wind and rain
Until one fateful day, with one careless flicker
from the adjacent structure made by an uncaring, mindless
gesture that turned the flicker into a full-blown
hell bent on razing beauty down to ashes!
Now the house is no more. Now the dream has burst into a flame
of nothingness. Now the memories are gone!
Not even a hint of glory remains.