Man Man
SIXTY-SIX
Coming out of People’s Park
I run into a shower
and hide in the guardhouse at the gate.
The grandpa on duty asks for my age
and tells me his.
He picks up a peanut,
chews with a sigh:
Today’s society is a good one.
In the times of the First Emperor,
66 years,
if you’re not dead you’d get buried alive.
Translated by MW, March 2020
标签: age, 蛮蛮, food, grave, guard, history, Man Man, memory, NPC, park, people, talk, 新世纪詩典
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