Long Voiceless Roar

 

Long Voiceless Roar by Eta Wardana.

I’ve shed tears for people I don’t know, whose names crumble like sandcastle after high tidal flow. Whose dreams I heard through written notes and long voiceless roar. Whose blood spilled on top paving stones, their bodies torn.

And today, perhaps, they will receive my hushed revoir, my silent howl. But for the goodness of the world, hopefully not. And for the love of God, I beg you, hopefully not.

Sragen, 22 August 2024