44) The Castle of Tears

       Wolran Kim

 

The Pacific was a very dry desert

Because I came across it without drowning

But, how could I know that the Mojave Desert waves rise

When I return home saying Welcome Home

Stars’ pulses over the mattress pulsate rapidly

Whenever illegal seasons are expelled

A city of exile is prepared by the magic view

Inside a jewelry house, sparkling as Buddha’s bones

Is your mom made in Korea?

Beyond a clear fortress that is never surrendered due to the weight

Raising beads of sweat in profuse drops as big as her nipples

Cooking rice absentmindedly, the old woman

Under the sea never crossedagain

The castle is raising me like sorcery

When I look back, the solid palace is destroyed

Her and my water castle stop flowing and walls pile up

In every border, sorrowful from not bringing truth out of the water

The remaining spot is left over after burning time

The spot is the first to recognize me

The spot is my home where I was born, it piles up with tearful eyes

It is never captured, because she who never gets old

Ran away taking the blueprint of the castle