Palebon Poem by Gin Rahadian

I'm the calf, transformed shoots fire
When Shiva busy fingers squeezing clay
Forming another ox for my soul

The sun was almost sinking the entire light purplish
At the base of the sea. And in the panhandle tongue waves, stored
anxiety bare legs on a bed of yellow coast.
So do you, I know that the arrogant pedalungan
Must be lit with torches and blue my body

Then from the muzzle of the peninsula. The sky changed in appearance
Similar to that described women's hair into a niche ocean
Someone cried, as if to break the cold face
Cluster stars and breath retained fire

I'm the calves that burned the evening
When the sky began as black as the rocks

Finally, I recognize there is something more painful
From a thousand sword blow or death itself

Do you have the pleasure of the bodies burning?

2011