2 Of the Ateneo Municipal, 3 Shivering 4 On this Decmeber morning, 5 Months ago, 6 Pepe came to me 7 In the Observatory 8 I thought we would talk 9 About the stars 10 That do not collide 11 In the sky, 12 Instead, he asked me about purgatory. 13 (His cheeks still ruddy. 14 From the sudden sun 15 After the bitter winters 16 In Europe.) 17 And on this day 18 With the year beginning to turn, 19 Salt stings my eyes. 20 I see Pepe, 21 A blur 22 Between the soldiers 23 With their Mausers raised 24 And the early mornings 25 Star: 26 Still shimmering 27 Even if millions of miles away, 28 The stars itself 29 Is already dead.