Kabesa di Brumilang, jenti olotu kereh fikah tenterang;
this is where we make the things that go out of hand
on purpose.
Only made of melting sand
and sawdust, fresh from the priest's land
and prowess, undi jenti-jenti podih beng
tunggang, kung isah-pusah seng feng, kauzu amiang
isti logu fikah siseh sa korasang,
the place where it becomes easy to
count as one, not just for Singapore, but for every single last person with a question
about where it all goes when the time is finally up.
Assault rifles, and assault, are banned;
this is not
your priest or padri or prime minister prumiru's hand,
but like clockwork, it is where the belly becomes full and even and tan,
where TAF club
does not need to pretend to be anything more than
Mechanicum, by another name and reckoning and pivoting to
an ultimatum.
A praesidium.
Ngua jenti ultramar sa baskung-baskung, kung kapaseti
kung taifung sa ireidi,
grandi seng kadangua di kantiga di bunga sayang
famosa, marabiya, prestadang;
ngua sol nubu kung prata na seu di Brumilang.
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