19871
Land melancholy death
At dusk, I can’t reproduce with blood vessels.
I seem to rise from the palace and peel the rabbit for breakfast.
At night, I fell from the stars to the cemetery, and the horses were castrated or conceived.
During the day, I floated in the river and the coffin was pieced together into the current bridge or wedding boat.
My bones are full of human remains on the roof of the water.
Swallow monkey sitting in my wilderness belly eat drink man woman.
In my heart, King Ting of Chu silently said to the northern refugees.
People all over the world have food and grass before the war.
At last dinner, the food went straight through our girl.
Their wounds, the seams in their skulls
Finally, dinner was served to us.
A feast is conceived in the crowd.
19878
Death poem 1
In the dark night, a smile broke my grave board.
Do you know that this is a land where tigers are buried?
When the water crosses the flaming tiger
You laugh at the river floating.
tiger
Two broken bones.
In this river, it freezes in the laughing night.
The broken-legged tiger came to me along the river.
Window
A board for bury tigers.
Be broken in two by a smile
Death poem 2 tells the story of picking sunflower for Van Gogh.
Stealing cattle on a rainy night
Climbed into my window
In my dream
Picking sunflower
I’m still asleep.
In my sleep
Put colored sunflower.