By Inggit Putria Marga
open your gates, open your doors, open them for I wish to inhabit you
not as ashes but as the urn I wish to reside in you
to crack open
to freeze
to prevent the ashes escaping from you and from those who come
as pilgrims to you, from those creatures who come and go and will probably end as ash
one day, too
Translations by John McGlynn