74) A Witness

      Wolran Kim

 

In the morning on the way to work

On the entrance of the I-15 freeway, the circular intersection awoke long ago

When I waited for the left turn signal at the front of the line

A car in the next lane began to drive suddenly, whether rushed or misjudged

The car crashed into the other car coming from the front in a moment

In three seconds, two cars were smashed on film

The hoods were crumpled and the engines were broken like dumplings

The road of life waited for the blinking of signals without any errors

Statute of limitations ran out and the road was in the memory with no tense

The road in the heart is a lawless world without signals

A horn of the silent film is ringing, and it is impossible to inquire who trampled who

A crossroad of illusion where our minds are bent is unprotected

A white-shirted man, like an LDS missionary, came out of the car without any wounds

His shirt glared like snow to the audience who had bloody memories

The green light rotated all around like the sun for a day

The man holding the Gospel walked to the crashed car on the corner like an angel

Self-contradicting eyes were watching condolers on the road

People who cannot leave the wheel have to keep driving

In the beginning and ending hour on the road of life

I’m regulated as a stranger, and easily leave the chaotic road

With four legs like abandoned tires

No one requests any testimony from me

This is the law of coexistence that is a bit primitive and a bit unscientific

The scene of a perfect collision will be edited without any errors in public

In every smooth crossroad of perfect crimes and open cases

I’m still a prisoner awaiting trial

It was an unexpected film of unspecified persons that would be edited in a moment

Dangerous roads are all covered. People who go to their work of the soul

People who go to an unspecified address after finishing their third shifts

Today and tomorrow, the last unpredictable border is not far away at all

Police cars and ambulances will come with sirens like a chorus

The morning sun shined while separating pieces like shards

In the back mirror instead of traffic lights