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