TIME DRAGS WHEN YOU’RE ALONE
A genuinely sad face remains.
Clocks have all slowed down,
even the birds remain asleep.
The world is quiet as the tomb
that is waiting nearby for me.
I row my dinghy all the way up
tears of the Yalu River wearing
my Korean War veteran’s cap,
wondering where did my life go?
All I have to offer is the steel plate
in my head, frostbitten toes and
a heart made out of solid gold.