We were talking about food last night and a memory came back to me – for the umpteenth time. Narrow and dark and most of all hot. If I ended up at a back table, 3 or 4 metres inside, the sweat would pour from forehead and my hair would be wet enough to comb […]
Sajak Palestina Juni, 2010
Sajak Palestina Juni, 2010 lumpur debu puing bekas rumah campur sama air mata luka goresan tangisan asam pajangan mulut yang marah berkata: Palestina! rakyat perempuan lelaki anak derita tanpa semangat akan patah. Tanah menjadi rumah karena bersama-sama bekerja dengan rela Pendudukan penjara dengan tuan dan budak dengan kitab tak terbela Kemerdekaan tumbuh di lumpur debu […]
Sajak Kuburan Santa Cruz
SAJAK KUBURAN SANTA CRUZ Debu batu kerikil jalan menggores-gores tubuh Darah mencat asfal jalan, keluar dari lobang dibuka peluru Wajah perih, mata nangis, otak marah, jiwa merana Jiwa menyatakan merdeka, asing buat mental tentara. Kuburan terima korban hidup hari itu di Santa Cruz yang tenang Kaos hanya pengantar keberanian bertekad: “Kita akan menang!” Wajah bicara […]
Sajak mbah kakung dari kauman
Mbah Kakung dari kauman Tulangnya terasa keras dibawah kulitnya yg kasar lunak Dibopong menuju mesjid lewat gang sempit asfal berdebu “Mau ketemu semua temannya nanti di sorga, kan, ‘nak”? Memar hitam di jidutnya umumkan imannya yang menggebu. Langkah-langkahnya lamban tidak pasti tapi tak mengalah Hidung tua peka sangat dilindungi parfum tebal “Ikut ke sorga nanti […]
Poem: BALI, Indonesia
BALI, INDONESIA Green, deep green Chlorophyll blinds the eyes keen Black earth, brown aches Sticky mud between toes cakes. Tears irrigate the picture painted under the labouring harvest’s stricture Paddy, palms, coconuts, frangipanis Creations of peasant hands canny. Rice sold and eaten Suffices to keep deep want beaten But for the future there are no […]
Poem: Becak Driver
Calf muscles bulging, hard, straight Wheels peddles backbone straining great One whole family seated under the roof His foot on the peddle whirling, or is it a hoof? The grimace while he bargains The sad smile as he counts his gains The laughter as they smoke kretek together Men, poverty’s burden to the peddle […]
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