Bloodshed is the only aftermath of intertwining peoples;
in readiness for the Toroja caves
finally free from his diabolical touch and
she no longer endures the needless snatching of her scent.
Once her lips lingered
to absorbing his nakedness
that sharp rise of his cheek bone
the soft silken dark tone of his skin;.
now death is releasing her from this torment
thankful she still is after his blessed strong hands.
Pass on her remains so there is nothing left of her
except the spirit that will hover over him at night
deep in the dream state
remembering words as mistaken intentions of the flesh
remembering a heart dripping fire traversing the Indian Ocean
remembering how this was quashed upon discovering
the lacquered Makasserese tradition
acquiescing to the unyielding might of neo capitalism
Leave her with them now
after he has dipped them in seawater
caked them in earth
baked them in fire;
the children will play with her remains.