The Far Islands Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Far Islands

unseen, unheard, buriedby the walls of the centurie's, shame, uneasy silence.
with the secrecies of the stones,

Admit my ignorance,
buried in deep consternations,
I didn't knew their faces nor their agonizing cries for help, nor an inkings of their innocence,

Once it was the reigns of the mighty swords,
wounds perforations and head's decapitations,

The screams were loud,
The victims, adults, juveniles faces of the helpless times,
A transatlantic massacres of most henious crimes in human history,

Hidden along the wall of ceramics,
Pages from the fringes of history,

The forest and the feasts,
unnamed sacrificial lambs and the dark altars,

In fascinations of its times
and the artifacts and the relic bones,

Nameless reliquaries on burial grounds,
unheard boundaries of the far islands.