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IN GEOPARK CILETUH


Doddi Ahmad Fauji


Not only in Andalas the hills line up
as solemn as Gautama in uninterrupted retreat

From the Panenjoan, it seems that they are in line
beyond Sparta's ships
who besieged Troy

We're just dust
beach arch and rock formation
leaving a magic handprint

The hand that drains the Seven Curug
marking the lost Sawarna
far away, on the horizon before names are given

All fairy tales are inconceivable
leads to an Authority

And not in Cyprus, nor in Santorini
The curse was recited, incarnating Simalakama
form a row of spice forests
being the snake whisper
lodged in each of the pawned breath

You, you know, my sweet Lucifer
with a pair of pinkish red nipples
are the twin cities, Bucharest and Budapest
which is delayed I explore the curves
but hopefully the day after tomorrow, the good is blessed



Sukabumi, 2016

* Has been published in the poetry anthology Jangjawokan (2016)

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