PRAMBANAN TEMPLE ON THE MORNING

Remembering you only corupts my age

As every man that is dead

Pounced by tiger whose face like the deer’s

After be tired to chase with Rama’s archery bow

Prey my heart without remainder

Up to you’re always survive as zombie

Lulled to sleep by dream in the coffin

Before be dead caused by the curse of sun

Creating you as poem like engraving the tombstone

Similar fate with Bandung who built a temple last night

For Jonggrang: the rock sclupture being dog’s beloved

But I won’t flap my tail for the slice of love

-Sri Wintala Achmad-