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He Embraces His Murderer

He embraces his murderer. May he win his heart: Do you feel angrier if I survive?

Brother . . . My brother! What did I do to make you destroy me?

Two birds fly overhead. Why don’t you shoot upward? What do you say?

You grew tired of my embrace and my smell. Aren’t you just as tired of the fear within me?

Then throw your gun in the river! What do you say?

The enemy on the riverbank aims his machine gun at an embrace? Shoot the enemy!

Thus we avoid the enemy’s bullets and keep from falling into sin.

What do you say? You’ll kill me so the enemy can go home to our home

and descend again into the law of the jungle?

What did you do with my mother’s coffee, with your mother’s coffee?

What crime did I commit to make you destroy me?

I will never cease embracing you.

And I will never release you.