[Poverty is fruitful
malnutrition and infirmity
grow from the hearth of the poor]

Rodelio and Rohelio
twins born into a
hessian hut amongst
the pigs and papaya
of a poor
Philippino
village

Malnourished mum
addicted dad
produced a son
with club-foot

[Another sapling rises
promising to bear
more fruit for the stricken]

With quick action
such an ailment
can be treated

The poor
have neither
money nor influence
Treatment is
another person’s
dream

But with a sense of injustice
that only the rich can have
I wage war
on a
system
that I know
nothing about

[I search for the sapling
to rip it free
never to bear
fruit again]

My doctor said
“I don’t help the poor”
Community Council said
“no money, can’t help”
City mayor said
“I will pay”

[I finger the
fresh bark
of poverty’s
sapling]

A mother
a four-day-old twin
humid heat
and an open-top jeep
journey together
to the city

Four days later
Rohelio
returns
to the
pigs and papaya
bamboo and hessian
with a straight ankle
and a leg in a cast

[I snap that sapling
clear from the earth]

Itchy casts are no fun
for newborns
Rohelio screams
through the night
His mum comforts
her inconsolable infant

But waking from
the haze of glue
his father takes action

Morning light
reveals a suffering mother
and a castless child

[I missed the
root, the
sampling sprouts]

Father said, before
disappearing
back into the peace
of his addiction, “it is
the divine
will
of God
that my son
be
like this”

[the root grows strong
and takes its place
in a forest
called
poverty]

And Rohelio
now
drags his
foot
amongst
the pigs and papaya
of a poor
Philippino
village

[Poverty has
fruited.]