By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
like a silkworm in its cocoon
you’re wrapped up in the worries
you’re relentless
you’re helpless
without the vaccines we have still sadness
the small consolation
as you ascend like angels
with not a scar
except the salty saline would burn your eyes
it rained
then came the deaths
the artist Lê Thánh Thư passed away
his daughter message that it was sudden and quick
Nguyễn Viện cried
Trần Tiến Dũng cried
Đỗ Trung Quân cried
Thận Nhiên all the way in Vung Tau also cried
Fat Nhân in Saigon also cried
powerless we tore off the pages of the calendar
good people never disappear
they farewell us
the way the Sun temporarily disappear in the rain
helplessly
we stare into our bowls of instant noodles
we talk and we talk
forgetting high…
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