Korean Boy
It was, if I remember
correctly, last Monday
Both quite relaxed, she
was eating, I was drinking a cold beer
Sometimes we went to
Rumba’s, but today we were here
She had almost
finished, I was about to pay
The passing life-guard
warned at the sea being too choppy
The Market’s noise grew
louder, over their shoulders, I could
see he was blue
A duck-egg greyish,
dirty pale blue that got worse as the crowd thickened, I knew
His near naked body
stretched out, his two long arms floppy
As we froze, he choked
on his own vile vomit, black as coal
The life-guard
finished, defeated now comforted the girlfriend that cried
He pummelled his heart,
blew in his lungs, screamed out to God, but he still died
His warm soul goes to
heaven, his cold dead body back to Seoul
Young Korean man,
Drinking,
swimming then dying in the market place at Boracay
21st November 2011
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