YOU leave before
the ceremony ends, leaving
the circumcision flesh
to dry
i’ve been watching you
drink a toast. wink
at the girls, then slip away
to a quiet place
You circle the town
on a motorised becak like a king
imagining a pool
that will soon be ready
and will swim towards your body
to the distant islands
to an unknown port to smoky quite corners
you swim,
swimming towards unfettered time: - are you a poet? –
SORCERER. woman
in your mantra:
- your clutches? –
You are in her thrall, for sure!
Medan May 2007, Lampung June 2007
=ISBEDY STIAWAN Z. S.=
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