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Ida Mustazir

Rookie (20 October 1987 / Jakarta)

Grass on My Father's Grave


And then I took the scissor
And started to crop a tiny area
They grew strong and lush
Soiled and nourished
by the decaying body down there

And then I handed the scissor to my sister
to escape from the charge of guilt and devotion
But she told me that grasses need to die
Because they need to regenerate

(March 2009)

Submitted: Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Edited: Saturday, October 22, 2011

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