at the last waltz
by Nuruddin Asyhadie
at the last waltz, you pushed my body away
still you smelled the rest firewood of warlock hunt.
burning bodies;
“why did you burn those cats?”
eyelid of yours, the unseathed hothead paisan,
charlotte the swollen mouth,
but haven’t we forget the tale at the wall,
the tale of eyes and knife,
curling maid and conceit.
sofa like a beach
served her breast for the sailor.
there was no moonlight here.
clear-bright and splendid surabaya.
“why did you burn those cats?”
my my lai, my hiroshima, my dachau, jostling filling
your vagina. but do i care?
that sentimentality, unpulverished walls. a half empty glass
don’t you want to be icarus bitting the nustril of lazarus.
“where is the wind! where is the wind!”
but there is no wind here,
dear
there is no wind here
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