Death to Death

 

Their eyes, nose and mouth

were the same with mine.

Their naked bodies

were leaner than mine.

But they had similar thing that I have now.

 

They were dying there.

They were killed.

 

The eyes opened enormously,

The deformed traces of violence,

The departed arms and legs,

And the sliced heads stored in trash,

 

They are

Neither scariness,

Nor vainness,

Nor fearness,

They were just Nothingness.

 

So much arrogant beings,

and so much precious beings

were nothingness.

 

The things which I have felt, seen and learned

I have conceived as the whole world

And must be kept and preserved,

 

They were killed,

as being trampled down ruthlessly.

Over the rubbishes of bodies,

the mind that was so much arrogant

was slaughtered.

 

The living existences of half soul

threw out

the heap of bodies carried on their shoulder

into the time,

as if either the death or the life burdened them.