Osmogenesia

by Euri Carreon

Osmogenesia

      Who am I that I received / Your fragrance in my soul?
				       — Fariduddin Attar

And we let the church sparrow anoint so sweetly
our mortality with this years’ final sap Santan stems
we connected as a makeshift rosary kindly emanating 
our pieties: yours delectably doubtful my corruptible
sincerity figures as corporeal as nature’s consequence
we transcend as much as possible We ever unworldly
encounter our everyday senses as Marx says severed
of earth and history’s base notes musked by blind need
wounds human sensibility Yet some wounds we let be
in the suspect of life remainders of what the body leaves
how ripe our spirits become greening for other spirits
reeking contours of our souls wrapped in mosquito nets
Decay hungers for a refrain of scents that are unnamed
As language betrays loss We exegesis the odor of angels

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Euri Carreon was born in Malolos. He studies Comparative Literature at the University of the Philippines Diliman.