Raindrops empty the heavy heads
The brains become crystal
Thoughts are transparent
A shell trumpet honking, you record the process
One after another comes out white snakes from a sky hole
Songs attack, dusk blossoms beneath coconut trees
White stones heap into mausoleum
An eagle is hovering on green hills
A person can ascend or descend after death
but the pace is no longer his own
The shining lens catch sight of soul
The way of endorsement changes again and again
A knife licking wounds
you are suddenly emptied by chill
South wind tastes wine drops with its tongue
Religion makes those humiliated and oppressed
no longer feel so