破

 

 

 

 

 

 

아가리처럼 입구

 

 

 

 

기어서라도

깊은 나락

그 음침함 속으로

못 던질 것도 없다.

 

 

 

그러나

흠칫,  겁을 보다.

 

 

                                                                                                                                    Terry Palka                                        

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                        흉기를 쥔 듯

                                                                                                                        베고 다니는 내게

                                                                                                                        나만 찌르라고

                                                                                                                        내가 나를 안는 것.

 

                                                                                                                        조용히

                                                                                                                        그리 숨을 죽이라고.

                                                                                                                        다시는

                                                                                                                        돌아다니지 말라고.

 

                                                                                                                        밖을 거두어

 

                                                                                                                        감금, 그리고 벌.

 

 

 

                                                                                                                        破,    2006-08-27

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

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