It Will Not Descend

translated by PLS

It will not descend on a summer’s day, hopeless

same day of death. Upon our

first encounter, all I could recall

was my seasons. There the air

incurably toxic, deported

fish oozing a pleasant smell, those un-returnable

knocking on the door over and over again, the miracle

they mentioned was no different to any

bloody diamond, those interchangeable

with fate, are no longer my ending.

March is good for burials, April for praying,

and for what is the distressed May? It’s the predestined

death that gives me hope, over broken

eyelids, of seeing the blooming of indistinguishable roses.

2. it will not descend - 杰