【诗】灯柱（这次不翻译了）

You, grabbing Earth tightly with endless curly wires

Covered by something around where you stand

All your light, from the transparent glass bubble

So thin, so pathetic

With filament burning so crimson and hot like fire

A hat above, right on the top

Accompanying you in the crazy and sword-like wind

Pure white shirt and shallow gray trousers

Straightly, on this flat and clean land

The hotness above, your slient and husky cry and yell

The coldness below, your thoughts so thirst

Up and down, the withered leaves of dryness

A lamp post

You, performing a certain cause by doing nothing

A watchman

A momentary existence

A permanent tragedy