69) A Dead  Language

      

      Wolran Kim

 

One of pitiful eyes advised me

You will never get over the border, it is too high to peep

Please do not use dead languages any more

So, I took off all the dead bodies of words

Still I’mnever scared or blush at all

How on earth are these light words, like dried flowers

Dead?

No, when were they killed?

Why did my homeland people kill these shameless words?

I heard, she who carried a baby on her back was womanized

And I, lonely soul, have lived with dead languages

Still I had multiple orgasms often

Dead languages must come reincarnated to me

The final stronghold of the secret is a bed

Spraying primitive body odor as perfume

I, who am seeking fantastic positions of catharsis

Am a wanderer who lives on the edge of a barbarian only a few days