The Onion Man

- - 1, Water of the foreign land. - -

Again and again you scream at the scrubbing work that eats your hand,

The smiles of the foreign words pain your homesick ears.

You joined the symphony of mourners across the common wall,

In the staleness of the cigarette ashes,

Under my thumb.

- - 2, color of mother. - -

The horsemen awaits for you down on the street.

I heard your dismaying the forgetful maids,

who rejects to serve with a smirk;

& Your spoiled child with no work,

Hungers exploded my mind,

I am unwilling to sell my time,

I told you to let go.

- - The ending color for a fly. - -

Thousands of flickering light,

Rise away from the furnace

of what I remained,

Morph a‘stars toward the Autumn sky.

But there’ll be dark clouds covering your eyes.

This ae nights,

I phone the scrotum that housed me once many years ago.

To cast my peace with death,

To congrats the digger and the gold with death,

To recall my joyous before death,

to Death.

With resigned honor,

I was the soap opera in the evening,

for the laugher and the unfriendly smiles,

for the Lovers to watch while the sun die,

for the bullets to explor the space of my eyes,

for the medicines to revive,

for mother’s praying whip to break.

-pulse-

As the Thousandth of the flickering lights,

Riseth away from the furnace

of what I remained,

Morph a‘star toward the Autumn sky.

There’ll still be dark clouds covering your eyes.