$sawhorsedvd


Nobody remembers
The name of the station the train has departed from Across a strange country where its right side is daytime And its left side is midnight
The train keeps running
At every station it stops
A red lamp peeks through its windows
And some new black masses are dumped inside
Along with some dirty artificial legs and ragged shoes They all are still alive
Even after the train starts running again
They are still breathing
Nevertheless
The stench of death lies everywhere in the train
I am also aboard it
Every passenger looks half ghostly
Leaning on one another
Snuggling one another
Still eating and drinking little by little
But some of their buttocks are already transparent
And on the verge of fading away
Ah, I am also aboard with them
Resting wistfully against the window
Either I or my own ghost
Starts nibbling at a rotten apple, sometimes
Just like this, day after day
We overlap with our own ghosts again and again
And separate from them over and over again
While looking forward to the day when
The train will finally arrive at the unbearable distant future Who is in the engine room, anyway?
Every time the train crosses a giant black iron bridge
Its girders roar
And a great number of ghosts stop eating abruptly
And they make a brief pause
While trying to remember
The name of the station the train has departed from

- Goro Takano