That’s Just It

by Liu Hongli
     trs. by Chen Xiaoyuan

Consciousness grabs its gray coat, spreads it on the windowsill
Feels it — neither cold, nor hurting knees. It climbs up
screams at people down there

“I do not want to live!”
One cry after another
hang on the trembling legs that can’t reach the ground

The sky is the same color as the coat
unwilling to turn dark
It suggests something to people walking by

Hesitating
either the black operation opens its eye, or
it embraces lowliness

It needs hands of mercy
Just think.  The difference between the consciousness of body
and the body of consciousness
Before the thud, brave or timid,
both are frightened to feel cold and pain

Both are bluffs when looking down
Jump
That’s it.