HOMINIS PLASTICUS

they are secretly dubbed as ' the flat tops' by the congregation of the learned a gauche because their brains have been flattened by the pressurized air trapped inside their skulls (with gustiness exceeding 250mph!!!). they are easily recognized, as they stick together as though glued, flaunting their wares as a peacock showing its plumes would, and when they pass by they reek of burning plastic. separated ,they are dodos--helpless and easy prey. collectively they could be a threat--but mostly to themselves.

these pseudo-humans belong to the primitive era, where bashing the opponent was the norm and the only way to survive. their language, also reminiscent of the past, is limited to pointing, grunting, picking their cavernous noses, and teeth-gnashing. they can, however, be very charming, that's why despite the reek and their penchant for sneak-attacks, they easily dupe simpletons.

the present government of Papa Charlie has no notion that this small community of ultra-neanderthals is under his rule. the junior deputy prime minister has come to enlist their aid in the upcoming re-formation of the knights of the round table, and they have named their group 'the united plastics incorporated' or TUPI. speculation from the congregation of the learned a gauche has risen that the junior deputy prime minister might be a clansman of the hominis plasticus. if this is true, then Papa Charlie will have to prepare for chaos.

Kape

Ang maghapo’y nauubos
Sa pagbibilang ng oras;
Hindi mapakali
Hangga’t hindi sumasapit
Ang takdang sandali
Hangga’t wala ang init na gumuguhit
Sa lalamunang sabik,
Hangga’t wala ang halimuyak
Na sintamis ng sampaga,
At hangga’t wala ang linamnam
Ng nag-aagaw-pait-at-tamis
Na sa dila’y kumikiliti.
At sa pagdating ng tamang panahon
Magigising ang diwang
Pinag-manhid ng pagkabagot,
Waring lupang tigang
Na nadiligan ng ulan,
At ngayon…
Matapos ‘hipan ang usok
Magsisimula na ang ugnayan
Magsisimula na ring bumagal
Ang mundo sa pag-inog
Matapos ang unang higop
Na puno ng sigla,
Mata’y ipipikit
At sa hangi’y pakakawalan
Ang damdaming nag-uumapaw sa tuwa
Na animo’y dalangin ang sambit
Pagka’t langit ay narating na.
Muling hihigop ng isa
At susundan ng ilan pa;
Pinananabikan ang bawat patak,
Pinakatangi-tangi
Ang bawat pangungusap
Ng labi at tasa.
At pagsapit ng wakas
Ng ginigiliw na tagpuan,
Saglit na matitigilan,
Titingnang maigi ang tasang walang laman,
‘Maari kayang ulitin pa?’
Sambit sa sariling puno ng pag-asam
Habang unti-unti
Umikot nang muli
Ang kamay ng orasan