Death Report
Li Minyong

The newspaper
Carries news of a criminal executed by firing squad
Popping of rifles
In the glimmer of dawn
A body falling to the ground

Blood spills on the ground where the criminal fell
The blood
Is quickly covered by triggermen
But the blood has soaked in
And become one with the ground

On that spot one death sentence after another
Has already been carried out
The spilled blood has been clotted
Giving the dirt a red-brown color
Making the dirt thirsty for more blood

Because of this thought
My hands begin to tremble
The newspaper falls
I see blood flowing from its pages
Clotting on the floor

Whose blood is it waiting forr?
This apparition of blood on the floorr?
I ask myself