Quite Quest // Ridwan Fasasi // Poetry
QUIET QUEST It is possible I am on the greener side of my quiet quest. This lone acacia is pondering about my breath, Thrown between the blue eyes of the boy holding his country & the men on the other side holding a gun. The whole nation is on fire but I can't call the bird’s silence a dereliction of their duties. Even I do not want to sing another dirge. I swear, I do not intend to write another poem to ask for warmth in a burning contralto. There must be a place in my body where I do not believe this country is a dark soil full of dead flowers. There must be somewhere in my body where death is nothing but This bone marrow reaching for an ocean of laughter. I am losing myself because the contrails from which the songs of rain spill do not bear the weight of guilt. Tonight, the national TV will predict the next news & the newscaster forgets There's a war brimming overhead. Father will pretend this country is still sane. The next morning, mother will place a li...
