Magic of the Morning Star
Bright flecks in stony depths
The Tide leaves watery footprints
Cracked fruit of the mandong
Brilliant green see-grass
Trembling seaweed hair.
A half moon becomes a blue jellyfish
Ist sword of love revealing a honeyed rip
Shy and naked.
The lingam – firm, rigid,
flying like a holy banner.
He inhales the womb’s fragrance
Leaves the last embers of lust at stone lips.
The night is full of stars and
The wind no longer blusters.
From the worar and wawaru trees is lulled.
The shore so desolate
As quiet as the song of Ai-meng,
as sad as the crab-warrior Anggarariti
digging a living grave
fashioning a trap
of foamy water,
stinging his lips at every mouthful.
His breath chases the cloud chariots
As he stretches himself gracefully,
and creeps up the hill
toward the top of the smoldering night.
There he looks back over his shoulder,
scratching till bleeding
blood trickles into a million tattooed holes
where he brushes and strokes the ocean´s hair
lulled and arriving,
swept away too soon.
Translated from the Bahasa Indonesia by Sarita Newson
Mandong – a species of seaweed used to make traditional fishing nets
Worar – Ink Fruit Tree
Wawaru – Beach Hibiscus Tree