43) The Time of the Cemetery
Wolran Kim
“Dawn to Dusk”
The cemetery near my house
The opening time was written like this on the front gate
This sign would not be written without construction delays
The other world’s time would not be realized without stopping
The dead copy the living’s time
Let’s call this beautiful stagnation without any retreat or advance
A retired suburban picnic without any depression
Let’s say this is enjoying the street view on a walk
This proclamation is more accurate than Arabic numerals
The beginning and the ending of the genre of life
That were declared commonly, simply hanging like a fallen leaf
Why do people want to stay together even beyond life?
Should I be buried over there like them?
In the middle of an alien city which became my home
Should I exhume and bury my time in that weedy field too?
It is 3 PM, not the time to encounter my name on stone
While reading the epitaphs after parking
Lying people became monumental stones written by the setting sun
On artificial grass, their heights grow from the west to the east everyday
Those close-mouthed people raise their shadows that are delivered from passions
The earth clock unfolds calmly in the middle of the city
The boundary betweenthe hazy light and the dark
On the rusty gate that never opens again for people who want to leave
The time of the grave is hunglowly as an inscription
A construction sign changes from STOP to SLOW
Four wheels going to leave somewhere
A navigator shows me the place of departure and the destination
“Dawn to Dusk”