Signs of the times
when I was a child
even teenagers
every afternoon from the plot boundary fields
watched lava slowly melt
from the peak of Mount Merapi
bergrak bright red fall
down the steep slopes
wiped out the trees
animals, houses, human
and all of which inhibit
with the fire that burns hot
pulverized, all pulverized
to dust
frozen into stone
the rocks change
signs of the times
poem by Prasetya Utama
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