We watch so carefully.
The chickens lay thier eggs.
We watch so carefully
behind a set of brand new legs.
The meat orchids eat whats not spoiled.
The trees speak in a strange tongue to me
'You should have been boiled'.
I don't have enough space to crawl.
My feet have no room to fall.
I guess the nest is too small.
I want my ghost to escape through you.
My first real fake heartbeat.
My lips tasting the real fake oxygen.
My ghost will escape through you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem