When my life is done, let my body be left exposed to the wind.
Dressed as I am with my electric watch still working,
strapped to my wrist
to prevent my feeling sad,
put me into a rented taxi inside a leather suitcase,
so that I don't feel too cold,
then off to Kunsan,
or if the searches are too severe
Komso will do,
and there transfer me to a barge.

After some time lying quietly inside the suitcase,
snug despite my legs' being bent,
beyond Sonyu Island, a deserted island, and the engine's throb
passing out for a moment
at the crunch of the keel on the shore,
freed of the suitcase, freed of clothes,
in that deserted island's chill late autumn sunshine,
freed of shoes and socks,
secretly letting go of time
as my wristwatch is being broken,
let my flesh dry out
while I carelessly gaze as if not really looking
at the seeds that pop from crimson berries ripening in the wind.
Let the rusting gold fillings that cap my molars
likewise glisten in the wind.

Covered with the wind like a quilt
without makeup or deliverance
adjusting the wind as one adjusts a quilt,
until the body's last drop of blood has dried
let me play with the wind.