when i was in college, i did a technical study entitled "Condom Production from the Latex of Jackfruit". Of course, one of my basis is how latex is collected from rubber tree (the most common source of rubber) and i made a poem out of it. I posted this poem late last year but I promised to post it again once i saw a rubber tree. My friend and i stumbled with them last weekend
Lament of A Rubber Tree
The glint of your bolo was an omen;
as its blade scored my skin, you funneled
viscous blood, sold and stored it
in exchange for rupees and ringgits.
Every two days for thirty years,
if not you, your sons, returned,
sliced another portion until my batiked body
I may die now in the burning sun,
soon be a memory,
but am still with you ---
in sheaths that protects, in balls
and dolls your children play with;
even in my clones, synthetics.
I still breathe. I still bleed