Vacancy
Jung Yun Kook
A shade sucking in the sun's rays
A sky smudged on the wet ball of charcoal
A shoulderless scarecrow, a sleeveless shirt
An empty house without a swallow looking for & no eave
There’re no words like everything else
Put a jar of sky on my head &
Swaying in the alley
Of the season that falls apart
Kicking at the empty side
For a crumpled personality & a loose will
Adjust a half-bottle of rice wine
The night put up with the low places
The tumultuous history of the world
Aside the far-forgotten a old grave & Glauber's salt
In that empty house where Echoes have gone
Slicing & filling the troughs
A heartrending red-hot poker
It's just the husky wind in its throat