Last street light at the end of the century
26 3月 2023
A wound gives off its own light
surgeons say
if all the lamps in the house were turned out
you could dress this wound
by what shines from it
on the last day of this century
I met a woman in a black dust coat
She stands there, look like a street lamp
It is a street lamp on a cloudy day
lighted up a shape of the twilight
When I walked by her side
under her coat
i saw
a shiny feather
if this is the end of the tomorrow
she said
Would you like to have a hug?
The screaming of the underground covered her voice
submerged by the waves
she hugged me with a whisper
if all the marginalized people embracing together
they can illuminate the dark of this world’