By Nguyễn Khánh Duy, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Crossing the border
(Upon the monetary value of human life)
ten fingers lit up in devilish flames
the lights of homage
the cleansing of bloody blades in holy water
the cross on its side on guard for the escape,
I was peeing on the Berlin wall
I was shitting on the Great Wall of China
I was looking for a Bangkok prostitute
I was worshipping a mannequin.
My wife claimed I will find myself on the side
I will find what I seek other than the dotted blue flames
and the quietness of crossing the sea borders at night,
a person just died dear
a person was just raped
the blood and spermed still a mess
upon the monetary value of human life.
Buddha was never born in the U.S.A.
they believe in God as…
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