B U L L E T

: Die ....

what exactly that has prevailed
when hot bullets dug pond
bloody right in your chest
love the cut of the fruit
si-ma-la-ka-ma*
implies a destiny at death
pretence of a catastrophic
shadow of the authority of the director
the left is a face painting dainty
displayed magnificent, but lost
soul

even if it be thou leave
line of the wall behind the frozen coffin
all frightened witness ran
justice had been shaky take leave to go
: Is the child who must
surrender redeem tragedy of life
when freedom only applies to
Shrewd traders who sell
wealth
story fall like rain in the middle
drought that destroyed immediately
devoured wasteland

Agats - Asmat, May 26, 2010