‘I wish for Woman to live, first for God’s sake’
- Margaret Fuller (nineteenth-century Woman)

Amina, ‘my own life’
is dead. I stare blindly
out of the 2 sockets
of these eyes, in the 2
columns of a newspaper
I hear 2 shots. And then
C-4 Explosives. I see red.
Amina, ‘my own life.’
your still blue lips articulate
the poverty of spirit
the profanity, the nothingness
of Poetry - of Woman-
in Malaysia where the
zealous call
for Prayer only
5 times daily.
2 shots. And C-4
explosives next, screaming
Murder, accelerating,
Escalating even e.e.cummings
Notion on She the equation
on Woooooo-man being
like Brand…(XIX)
crashing her like a car
blasting her like a bar
using her like a shield
shooting her in a field
even on deaf ears
5 calls sound callous.
Amina, ‘my own life’ in
white shroud outrages
the modesty of God,
mourn now the color red
made in-auspicious
the color of Amina, ‘my own
life’ dead.

Amina, ‘my own life’
Altantuya! Altantuya!
Altantuya! Altantuya!
Altantuya!

when the poetry of
a woman’s blood is poured
in an arbitrary way cry out:

Tanah tumpahnya darah ku

when you tie a red knot around
your neck minister to my heart
call out:

Tanah tumpahnya darah ku

when you hear 5 calls for prayer
2 shots. And the C-4 explosive
shed tears:

Tanah tumpahnya darah ku

weep for Amina, My own life, first for
God’s sake, I wish for Woman
to live.

Then for Justice,
Call 5 times, daily.

that sounds the same in Mongolian, Russian, French and English.