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Lelaki yang Menuliskan Kata di Atas Pasir, Ia Berlalu

lelaki yang menuliskan kata di atas pasir, ia berlalu

begitulah kami mengenangnya dari
muara yang jauh.
melepaskan segala mata sumber

dengan riak-riak dangkalnya.
menyelamlah kami

sebagai ikan pari
dengan pemangsa
yang ingin memburu
lautan di tangannya.

daratan,
dengan deretan pulaunya yang jukung.
aku inginkan dada

yang berhenti terbuka
bagi tiap kaum
yang saling menikam
dengan masing bedil.

tapi kami pun mesti
berlari mengikuti
ke mana usia akan hidup
untuk hari ini saja.

bukan kemarin dan esok

lelaki, kami akan lepas
dan melepaskan
keanggunan yang
pernah menari di
pantai pembantaian itu :keturunan yang
lama dihantam.
lumpur menguap


dari batas pori yang berkeringat,
apakah lelaki akan mengerti

tentang pembebasan
yang tiada habisnya
meledak dan buyar
memecah pemukiman ruh
yang ada di
genangan helai
rambut kami.

maka akan jadi gambut. Ketika
semuanya mesti
benar-benar kembali
pada fitrah. dan waktu

membawa lelaki, kami
semakin dewasa
dengan kacamata orang-orang pribumi
berkaki gemuk

pada kehidupan
sesungguhnya kini,
lelaki
kami
siapa yang akan
berakhir lebuh lama
di sini?



sekayu, 20 juli 2010

 
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