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di baris-baris kematian dan ketiadaan
kami mengubur tubuh di ladang-ladang gandum
yang dipenuhi bubuk-bubuk racun

darah kami mengalir dan bergerak cepat begitu saja

kami menumpulkan barang dan biji yang kadang bersemi
tepat pada waktunya. berbuah dan berdaging
seolaah waktu itu kami senantiasa akan kenyang
tanpa takut merasa mati dan kelaparan

tiba di waktu hujan yang telah hilang
kami ikut merasa hilang dan
terbungkuk mengerang. mengerami tetesan airmata
yang lama-lama akan menjadi butiran hujan palsu

di tubuh kami
rambut dipanen, kulit dibajak
dan dibakar dihunus sampai ke tulang-tulang

hingga suatu hari ada seseorang
setengah lelaki dan setengah baya
sambil tersenyum ditikamlah kami
sampai meraung sejadijadinya

kami pun kemudian ingat
bahwa kubur kami yang dulu
pernah memberikan pesan
yang begitu panjang dan penuh kelemahan

andai kami saat ini masih menjadi
suatu O yang berdengung dan meraung dengan kejam
merakit rasa mati di tubuh kami
mengubur rasa mati di tubuh kami
lalu berletupan dengan erat betapa kami tak ingin merakit dan mengubur diri sendiri



--palembang '10
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