translated from the Korean by geul
The night I returned to my hometown
my skeleton followed me and lay down in the room with me.
The dark room opens up out into the universe,
could it be from the skies – the wind blows in like sound.
at the finely weathering skeleton
with tears welling up – is it me weeping?
Or is it the skeleton weeping?
Or is it the beautiful soul that’s weeping?
The faithful dog
stays up all night and barks at the darkness.
The dog barking at the darkness
is no doubt pursuing me.
Let’s go let’s go
like a person on the run.
Keeping the skeleton in the dark
Let’s move on to yet another lovely hometown.