a statistic

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

A poem in Vietnamese by Thái Hạo
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm


Grass along the M4, Sydney, Australia

When a man was shot dead
by a mortar shell
he was yearning for his girlfriend's lips
he became a statistic
in an office full of paper

Sunday morning over coffee
we talked about how
Russia has lost 15,000 soldiers
15 thousand - quite a number 

You paid your the coffee
15 thousands dong
rushed home to change your clothes in time for a birthday party
the closet was full of clothes
we're upset because we can't find a single bow
we're angry
because this morning's cup of coffee was too sweet 
a Sunday totally ruined…
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March 2022

Khi một người đàn ông bị bắn chết bởi một quả pháo cối giữa lúc anh ta đang nhớ đôi môi người bạn gái một con số được thêm vào cuốn sổ thống…

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