Wednesday, 28 January 2009


Masses are asking
how deep inside
I feel the knife before I break

Before the nerve gets cut
in half. And I become the darkness.
You eat, your greasy soul
is ever impossible to wash.
Lavaca mooed back at "Diponegoro" (1943) by Chairil Anwar.

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