by 李忆
I’m a murderer going punished,
For killing myself years ago.
My soul wanders from body,
Remains floating in the world.
I see the hubristic human beings
Attempt to build another Babel Tower.
I witness the flagrant thing
Packed into the fragrant box.
How lucky to be a spectator
Sober enough to stay aloof.
But eventually in the crowd,
I recognize my callous face.
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