79) Guinea Pig Arbeit*

       Wolran Kim

 

The day after blood donations, blood dropped from the sky

As a warning of the side effects, the trees around the lodging

Vomit blood gaspingly after drinking red drops

Imprisoned as white laboratory rats in a bus in the rain

Vomiting and fainting for them

If green bills fly in front of our eyes

We would even fold our fresh wings with push pins as a collection of butterflies

Whenever the poverty of previous lives flows to us along a bloodstream

Ignoble existence, glad to be a testee

In every catheter in a blood vessel, self-harming scars are being stuffed

I am putting in the tube to test medicine with no name

And transmitting data on the drawing board like a vampire

People who start gambling against God to get $300

The last card at the dead end is sleek like a test tube

Glad to be a guinea pig in Unit 731

In front of white-gowned, licensed war criminals

Hereditary vulgar blood is recorded on the noble chart

I’ll drink only red juice from now on

Before the flesh burns in severe drought

After hope is hostility

In this decent city, a spasm is allowed

I am running away like an escapee, toward my other solitary cell

 

*Guinea Pig Arbeit: A part-time job performing medical experimentation on living bodies.