中国大好き

Zhou Changfeng
WAIT FOR THE LEG

In the war in Vietnam
he lost a leg
on the front line.
At the drinking table
someone asked him
how he felt now,
if it still hurt.
Hasn’t hurt for a long time,
he said.
But he had dreams.
Dreams?
Yes, dreams.
Always the same, actually.
I am running in front,
then I stop and wait.
Waiting for
that blown-off leg.

Translated by MW in March 2025

标签： body, dream, history, memory, people, Vietnam, waiting, war, Zhou Changfeng, 周长风

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