Prasetya Utama

Rookie (07-01-1949 / Kutoarjo)

The New Cemetery Land - Poem by Prasetya Utama

That is the Wide New Cemetery Land
The people still to make smooth on the land
Extracted from cassava trees
Cleaned from grassland
To stick out, protrude over the borders
Barbed wire fence

I stand and saw spread around
Wide spread eyes could a glance
Along to the south
On the brown land and sand
Fenced marsh
Wild large frog, spinach
Mangrove
To appear from low tide
Mixed with the ocean water

I went out
Through the gate
Till I catch the pure consciousness
On to the real life
Wake up from dream

Ah, it is still at five o’clock
I wrote down and to muse
Through ink which I scoop out
From the deep of feeling
From trough of my hearth
When the morning air flow
Felt fresh and joy

Also the death shadow
I have to pick up
With joy, without sorrow
Like the earth who never
To moan of death rattle
Always receive the whole
Death all of us

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 4, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 10, 2010


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