Pass by a cemetery
As if the star at dusk, one flicker. Strolling in a cemetery, I am ignited.
Secrets expand continuously in my body, this evasive fire
Wind, floats slowly, carries fire in its hands if light, quenches me if hard
They and I look at each other, separated by dirt. Those who stand in the front row of time
sleep tight in place of me, keep half of my life in the dirt’s mouth
so I stagger, scrape of flesh outside of this cemetery, loose blood
But every time, I will be hit
want to find harsh blames in the relentless whisper
only wind, whizes in whiz at the mouth of an empty liquor bottle
Till night falls, the closest tomb stone is buried
My suddenly empty body
seems not be sucked by mighty gravity.
xxx - I don't know the original, but the English translation is a stunning cornucopia of images and original metaphoric phrasings.