Bird Language Poem by Ryuichi Tamura

I don't think
anybody has seen my footprints
no matter what sand beach washed by waves
no matter what desert assaulted by sand storms
no one can understand the meaning
even if they hear the words
so the words are
nothing but bird language
Small birds come up to me, but
eagles and hawks just watch cautiously
with their sharp eyes from high up in the sky
Even though my Japanese language is clear
no one responds A few did
but they're all dead

My meals are simple
If there is a little cheese and red wine, that will be enough
People say nicotine prevents senility
so less than ten light cigarettes

As for reading lying down on a wooden bed
I read the world's miserable stories and histories
and as I read I fall asleep
When I open my eyes it's a refreshing morning
I put in my clean false teeth
and open the morning paper
It doesn't matter to me
whether the dollar goes down or the yen goes up
It's nice if there is a report of an interesting murder

There is even a smell of religion
in the human behavior called murder
There is no chance of a drama exactly like sex being born in the Holocaust
of one human being poisoning other human beings or shooting them
and asserting an alibi Speaking of which I remember a foreign movie called
'Murder Without Passion'
My epitaph is decided
carved on the stone in the forest in bird language
'My life was beautiful'