Poem
Sheng Xing
wherever there\'s a shop selling rails
wherever there\'s a shop selling railsthere\'s a train that goes there
and wherever the train goes
there are people who lie across the tracks to commit suicide
at present there are some places where no one has killed themselves yet
but you just wait and see
one day someone\'s sure to
wherever there\'s a shop selling rails
we cannot stop people from wanting to lie across the track to commit suicide
and once someone lies down on the rails
we cannot stop the rumbling trains
© Translation: 2002, Simon Patton
WHEREVER THERE’S A SHOP SELLING RAILS
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wherever there\'s a shop selling rails
wherever there\'s a shop selling railsthere\'s a train that goes there
and wherever the train goes
there are people who lie across the tracks to commit suicide
at present there are some places where no one has killed themselves yet
but you just wait and see
one day someone\'s sure to
wherever there\'s a shop selling rails
we cannot stop people from wanting to lie across the track to commit suicide
and once someone lies down on the rails
we cannot stop the rumbling trains
© 2002, Simon Patton
wherever there\'s a shop selling rails
wherever there\'s a shop selling railsthere\'s a train that goes there
and wherever the train goes
there are people who lie across the tracks to commit suicide
at present there are some places where no one has killed themselves yet
but you just wait and see
one day someone\'s sure to
wherever there\'s a shop selling rails
we cannot stop people from wanting to lie across the track to commit suicide
and once someone lies down on the rails
we cannot stop the rumbling trains
© 2002, Simon Patton
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