It was not what I'd imagined; I thought
the dreary, scary,
all the dead would rise up with their powder
and smoke it under the crescent
all the tombstones were in this evergreen
the death looked so harmonious.
I've found someone; some dead, who died young,
maybe from accidents or disease
their fates took their meaning left only these stones.
Suddenly 'happy birthday, happy birthday'
small kids' choir from the neighbor just next door
the cemetery's wall was only between them like the life and death.
listening the birth-song I found I stepped on the baby's tombstone
the baby died after a nineteen day-life.
He couldn't have the bithday-song.
but he looks so calm and still
happy like the cooling wind with the setting sun
in late July.
In this cemetery I cried, aren't they happy?
maybe I was looking for some miracle
disguised with claws.
Here's too bright to hide.
too quiet to cry
I belong nowhere
though still it beckons me .
the gloss greeness
the powder peace.
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