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