Pinching a black rubber horn,
a trisikad driver announces
his unwelcomed arrival
in a battlefield of urban monsters.
Sun-drenched, calves stiff as wood,
he pedals his flimsy chariot
alongside the blinding sparkles
of mighty SUVs and grand sedans.
His faint honking subdued
by the clarion calls
of ravenous jeepney conductors.
But all these will never cripple his spirit.
He has three mouths to feed.
And when the sun rises again next morning,
he will summon all his strength
for a promise of victory.