Dear Visitor,
Requiem to the memory of Robbie
T.
*25-03-1931 - †
14-04-1945

Tjimahi, 1945
He was only fourteen
A cart
when he died of starvation
carries his emaciated body
In a Japanese concentration camp-
to the cemetery;
how he cried for his mother,
lying on the cart, so small,
his mother so far away from him.
enveloped in a tikar 1
The funeral procession:
We dig a hole
two
men, one boy
- seemingly unmoved -
and one Japanese -
and lay him down
only clattering wheels
in fertile soil
break the silence in the street
somewhere in the Preanger 2
Again
I walk the road
A cross bearings his name
from the camp to the cemetery
in the burial-ground of Leuwigajah 3
shortly after dawn;
is all that's left of him.
rising
mists and
While laying down flowers
memories falling on me
I still hear him cry
1 a mat of palm leaves 2 a region on Western Java 3 near Cimahi
The
text above is derived from the Dutch Haiku/Tanka anthology "Het rood
van Karpers"by P. Dietze. Publishers: De Beuk Amsterdam, 1996.
The
English translation by E van Agtmaal; The Japanese translation by Fuyuto Tomita
Molenkamp
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