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anjing

bersama kalam-kalam kelam yang menyulam hati yang kelimpungan

dalam riuh, kegaduhan, dan girang-girang yang melemahkan

pelihara-pelihara, apakah kita peliharaan?
dunia penuh anjing-anjing, apa benar kita ini anjing yang menggonggong sebab perut keriput dan rongga kosong
menunggu daging dilempar dan kita akhirnya bungkam lalu menggonggong lagi esok paginya
pada tuan yang sama yang mengelus leher kita sambil pijit-pijit agar tidak digigit
jika tidak ada daging di piring apa yang akan kita makan
sang tuan atau anjing-anjing

tuan makanlah hasil buruan
dari terburu yang memburu
kalungku ini hanya ilusi
tapi terikat menembus kulit hingga menyatu dengan nadi
kalau kau tarik aku yang mati

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