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Maung Day
Ghost Story
1.I dreamed that my guts fell out of my body.
I dreamed that I piled them up at the door.
Everything flees from me en masse.
An unidentifiable matter, I am
sicker than I think I am.
2.
I dreamed that I killed a prison guard
& piled up his parts
at the prison gate. The healthcare system
is impregnated by Satan.
I am healthier than I think I am.
3.
I am all over the yard.
Taking lives I go to one village after another.
Always me against the whole village.
But I am still thinking I am a doll.
But I am ablaze all by myself among roses.
My body trying to inhabit every soul.
4.
The disease worsens outside the spectrum of seven colors.
Eating the original dirt, the fever intensifies.
My neighbors wore celestial costumes,
went into the woods & disappeared.
This reminds me of a leaking boat in a stream.
Admitting sins to each other doesn't work.
So we are just trying to forget about it.
5.
Actually I don't know anything about boats.
Those who hate me feed me.
© Translation: 2013, Maung Day
GHOST STORY
© 2013, Maung Day
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GHOST STORY
Ghost Story
1.I dreamed that my guts fell out of my body.
I dreamed that I piled them up at the door.
Everything flees from me en masse.
An unidentifiable matter, I am
sicker than I think I am.
2.
I dreamed that I killed a prison guard
& piled up his parts
at the prison gate. The healthcare system
is impregnated by Satan.
I am healthier than I think I am.
3.
I am all over the yard.
Taking lives I go to one village after another.
Always me against the whole village.
But I am still thinking I am a doll.
But I am ablaze all by myself among roses.
My body trying to inhabit every soul.
4.
The disease worsens outside the spectrum of seven colors.
Eating the original dirt, the fever intensifies.
My neighbors wore celestial costumes,
went into the woods & disappeared.
This reminds me of a leaking boat in a stream.
Admitting sins to each other doesn't work.
So we are just trying to forget about it.
5.
Actually I don't know anything about boats.
Those who hate me feed me.
© 2013, Maung Day
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