Sabong in Taytay (Sabong Arena)

By Harold Legaspi | 1 February 2021 Kristo’s outstretched hands called wagers from memory. Loot for luck. Slasher’s clamped to draw blood. Right-feet sharp, steely & divine. Double-edged. Gallus gallus, pretty as Miss Universe strut with raised feathers: crimson & black. The clamour dies. A perfect bloodline of currencies flying over heads. A battle royale in the circular pit. Soltada! Presto! Logro! Pago! Sentensyador’s verdict as cruel. A bird’s eye as traitors. Two cocks fighting: striving for Christ and the palm of glory.