definitely invisible
to the human eye
looking casually afar
hardly noticeable
even by my neighbour
at a close range

the whole cypress tree
filled with green spirits
except me, the only badge
of courage, getting rusty
yet refusing to fall
onto the grassy ground

maybe it is a worm
that has burrowed
into my flat body
and bite by bite
gnawing at my heart
i am dying, and
dead will i be

please do not say
i am a martyr
for i really hate
my embarrassing fate
but just break me off
and see my withered soul
a hidden birthmark
rather than
an unfading scar
of my immortal mother