An Exception Poem by Astrajingga Asmasubrata

What I have to reported
If watching hundreds of childs
Dying crushed the ruins
Hedge and tent, mean
The words surely gone
By the tears of century dreams
Personalize dog's piehole
Selfand bloom's deeper
Snarl pen when I displaced?

What I have to reported
If news group's heard
Hunger exiles and
They order stone's, hoped
Change becomes bread, mean
On the table there rice's completed
With no side dishes
I bleary within a glass
Lemon ice barely I drink?

What I have to reported
If I pray talked
Gratitude the favors for chronicle
I'm in enough, mean
In a land far from black hole
But to central faith, inside
The pain 's touche
Will never imagined
Though just low pain voiced?

So what should I reported
Besides splattering blood in body God's

(Pondok Bambu, 2016)

Translated By Setyowati Wulandari