Tsunami

And I felt that death was an arrow

that flies from an unkown hand

and in a wink of the eye we die.

(Octavio Paz, The bird)

Everything brings songs of pain

Under the sky pouring the rain of tears.

Ulcer in the heart is all we have,

Nesting in the ruins is a reality,

With help, we drink a gulp of water.

Death, dead, number of deaths are the

Immortal words immortalised by death.

Jogjakarta, 29 January 2005

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