Trunks Glagah Poem by Prasetya Utama

Trunks Glagah
Scramble to reach the blue sky
A breath of fresh air
Lined-row at the edge of the village road

Cane flowers
Moving shimmy like a dancing girl
In the dry season
When the girls in the street berjajr
Waiting for loved ones back home to harvest sugar cane

Cane harvest begins when the flowers are in bloom
Come truncated because trunks
to be cut, collected, loaded on lorries
To be included in the rolling machines
Sugar mills

I do not know where the girls disappeared
After harvest sugarcane after
At the base of the field lived deciduous trees
And trunks transformed into sugar

Only the remaining voices
The foreman and workers
Echoes in the strains of music open stage
Graceful hand shadows
village girls
lost in music
Far into the night