Wolf of Merapi

I’m a wolf, howling in a howling night
wandering around under the rain of ash and dust
the breeze is thousand needles stabbing my bony limb
leaving hundred deadly pains
through the very depth of my bones

the ground is soft,
so soft that my body trembles stepping on it
on the ground, shallowly buried countless bodies
scattered
black, brittle, burnt bones scented
death the aroma of the sphere

I’m a wolf, howling in a howling night
wandering around for meat to eat
there are but ashes, dust, and over burnt things
to meet
and grey and black the sphere is

I’m a wolf, howling in the painful nights



Slope of Merapi, December 2010