I don't love you as the mountains
who looked down, stared out to the villages
that terraces.
praising the Lover
...
(untuk Sitor Situmorang)
Ketika tinta t'lah habis
tak ada yang ditulis
...
firecracker exploded under the pillow
the fire is bouncing
burning the leaves of dried mistletoe
...
Rajahan pada tanahmu
seperti aliran sungai di pedalaman kampung dayak.
Tanahmu subur gempal
Bulu-bulu di sekitar mulut hingga dengkulmu
...
You Is Me
(for my Wife)
I am the man
who be bold to revoked
own heart
made it as Arrowheads.
I Dashed it
with a Bows
of my Ribs
It's hurtle
breaking
windshield of city bus
of Jakarta
I am the Man
who became the heart in Your Heart