Watching Merapi Mt.(2930 M) Poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

I arrange the words
in the form of lava and rocks
a temple manner to speeches
of forgotten wanderer
then bury your heart
mute your view
silent your voice

I did not write a single word
in a piece
of seismogram paper
beat the words
the ranks of the river dwell
the spirits of the ancestors

'Why nights
so
you are here? ' you asked

I stole the heavens opened
to canvas my rose manner
I gave the fire flower stalks
is the time
simply rocks

Pos Babadan,2001