The Scarecrow
-- for Matthew Shepard
/by Sejo Pan
It is so dark already.
I am not able to make it home anymore.
Stars, stars, come out and keep me company
For the last time
My loosely hanging arms failed still, to catch
The warmth I have always wanted so much.
Tears did not wash off
Blood and dirt on my face
Before turning into frost in the wind.
It is so painful I can not see
How this world of despair
Can find the edge of itself.
The skew horizon under the enormous sky is
Looking at me affectionlessly.
The newly wetted soil
Not yet plowed,
My footprints deeply imprint upon.
Now I do not have time to grow up
But my tombstone
Is to stand here forever
On this earth I believe still grows
Marking the dark abyss of hatred
The name I left behind
Matthew Shepard
Will grow into a scarecrow, with open arms
Guarding, catching each falling child
Who has lost his step.
Keep me in your memory
So that I can
Rest and forget about myself happily.