A (very old) poem by Jose Dalisay, Jr.
At the Embassy
Date of Birth: you keep filling out
Place of Birth: this same stupid form
Country of Citizenship: only to be thrown out of
Permanent Address: this goddamned embassy
Purpose of Travel: because you’re dying
Duration of Travel: to live and die in
Sources of Funds: their milk and honey
2 responses to ““At the Embassy””
I rather like this!
I liked it, too. I really like the way he skewers the whole process of waiting in line for a visa at the U.S. Embassy in Manila — because, ah, I HAVE BEEN IN THAT LINE!