by Edgar Bagayan

 

We triumph, yet our victory

becomes short and ugly -

and we don't care.

 

We steal, yet they don't know it still.

Though to us it was given,

we run off into the night

like thieves.

 


 

Edgar Bagayan currently lives in Los Angeles. He has work in Compass Rose Vol. XI, Ink Sweat & Tears e-zine, and Message in a Bottle Poetry Magazine Vol. 5.

 

This poem originally appeared in issue 1.