The poet burnt the god' script
By way of the raging egoism
On the past big wok
Dwarf men dancing
Went all around the big wok, while
Sang for poet's victory
On one dream as the god of gods
After the fire was out
And they began to be tired for dancing
The poet webbed for the sake of shortcomings
Bought by no poetry's purchasing power
As the witness
I'd written it more
The poet took his life
By way of his revenge's fire
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
