BUTTERFLY, MUMMY
No pollen, no skeleton,
no colored wings
Nor even a slight flutter
Imprisoned on a piece of hard paper
You painfully look forward to years of stillness
Let flowers blossom and wither
Let smoke rise and disappear
Let dust from all over unfamiliarly cover you
Do you long to fly through
the window?
Everyday, I stare at you,
admire you
Approach you with a disturbed heart, to enter you
It's not a butterfly. It' s not a specimen.
We stand sadly side by side
On a page of history, I too am a thin
Frozen, bloody mummy
(Translated by John
J.S.Balcom)
