Night Sail
/by Sejo Pan
Warm is, the door knob polished by hunger.
Opening the door
In the steamy darkness I see
Joy I could not hope to own.
Come,
Hunters going after memories
Traders exchanging lives
Soldiers looking for the battlefield.
Shedding the flesh of this life
Heart of stone
Eagerly pumping.
Eyes of searchlights
Seeking among a thousand sails cruising by.
Pushing away death, with tender violence
Silent yet fierce
Inhaling the self-burning smoke.
No one wants to stay for the end of the story.
With a dagger, I walk toward you in the mirror
To prove yours
And mine
The same blood.