a poem for maningning

shiny star at night
i remember your story
i shudder upon that
journey from the
faculty lounge to the
stair, more steps and
then you enter a room
and open a window and
you climb slowly until
you have seen the
whole city and then
you jump from the
7th floor and then

end of the story.

two speakers
are arguing, who
carried maningning
from the faculty lounge
to the 7th floor?

herself? but who is
she? two? spirit and
body? which carried
which?
the feet walked
the hands held the
door jam and the
feet jumped, and
then who died?

it is the body.
not the spirit.

who died? who walked?
who jumped? who came
from the
faculty lounge?

it is the body and
not the spirit

for the spirit was
weak and the
body was strong.

guilty as condemned
it is the body.