81) E.R. God

Wolran Kim

911 is invading, you don’t need to cry, they’ll fix your broken arm
And decapitated finger, has your heart stopped? Hope exists until death

Please follow the process and diagnose my day, measured by an emergency
Please perform surgery with a flower and pollen, is a bloodless surgery possible?
The fight scene is over, dear God, who is infected by us
Please delete the shortcut key, and describe the history of your pathology
We are theorphans who survive on your profits
We are the victims who struggle under your torrential rain
My alveolus needs a high voltage of oxygen
People who have lived fifty or a hundred steps,* all run toward the E.R. sign
They’re moving slowly on the wheels of beds
Crying like cattle drovers
Life is a sensitive case that is not easy to touch
Just like a mint-scented flower, just like a freshly-bloomed Polaris
Life was a messenger of peace, wishing for sacrificial rites
Please pretend you have never seen us speeding
Climbing keenly to reach the peak of nihility
Although the neck of life is soaked by a water smell
Under the wrinkles, like waves
Tough life trembles in every street filled with bad breath and hands
Harvested myself as another figure, between the pages of a book
Loved because there’snothing to do
Laidnext to death because there’s nothing to do
Do you want me to just flow like rain drops?
Do you want me to just disappear like melting snowflakes?
Worshiping the other heaven, following the other truth
Can you still see me soaking my feet in the other river?
Do you need more bleeding? Do you want my breath of life?
Why does our blood never flow outside of our bodies?
Why do sleepers in a coma never wake up?
Dear God, now save me, who lived by your blood and flesh
Please rate our degree of brightness,which is getting bleary
Please be a new blue sky in our cloudy sight
My heart could twinkle like a star in the monitor
Before my blood leaves my body like a false charge?

Such as a wine tasting on a weeknight
A red sky is maturing like the body temperature in the sky’s warehouse
(Please send up a death certificate through the emergency stairwell)

* People who have lived fifty or a hundred steps: Based on a Korean idiom, originally from Mencius, in China. The story of two soldiers who ran away from battle, one reaching 50 steps and the other 100 steps away. The one who had escaped 50 steps ridiculed the one at 100 steps for being a coward. But the one at 50 steps cannot laugh, because they are both the same, both cowards running away.