Treasure Island

Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

(1 July 1960 / Cilacap (Indonesia))

Amplop Pengelana (Indonesian)


Louisseville kini adalah hati yang terkurung salju,
souvenir yang belum sempat terbeli,
pada tiang-tiang tegak lampu temaram,
aku temukan bulu burung kedinginan,
dibersihkan traktor sepanjang koridor kehangatan,
Labyrinth! Labyrinth!
Berikan lampu kehangatan,
anak-anakku kutemukan tergantung di pegunungan utara,
anak-anakku kutemukan menggigil,
ketika hati diletakkan di meja menu,
Labyrinth! Labyrinth!
Berikan kudamu kepada pengelana yang kalah ini,
untuk lari kedalam rimbamu.

Louisseville, CO 2000

Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

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