79) Guinea Pig Arbeit*
Wolran Kim
The day after blood donations, blood dropped from the sky
As a warning of the side effects, the trees around the lodging
Vomit blood gaspingly after drinking red drops
Imprisoned as white laboratory rats in a bus in the rain
Vomiting and fainting for them
If green bills fly in front of our eyes
We would even fold our fresh wings with push pins as a collection of butterflies
Whenever the poverty of previous lives flows to us along a bloodstream
Ignoble existence, glad to be a testee
In every catheter in a blood vessel, self-harming scars are being stuffed
I am putting in the tube to test medicine with no name
And transmitting data on the drawing board like a vampire
People who start gambling against God to get $300
The last card at the dead end is sleek like a test tube
Glad to be a guinea pig in Unit 731
In front of white-gowned, licensed war criminals
Hereditary vulgar blood is recorded on the noble chart
I’ll drink only red juice from now on
Before the flesh burns in severe drought
After hope is hostility
In this decent city, a spasm is allowed
I am running away like an escapee, toward my other solitary cell
*Guinea Pig Arbeit: A part-time job performing medical experimentation on living bodies.
