Ayukawa Nobuo / 鮎川信夫 – Ⅱ
One mere death involves many times, many places
and many more things.
Many of those things should be burnt
immediately in an incinerator.
How could people die without pain in those flames?
On that night…I ran out to the dark alley to call my sister.
All the houses fell into sleep.
The orange light at the corner illuminated the darkness around it.
If your father dies like this,
you would run in the lonely night alley like I did.
I caught my breath on the street beneath the cliff.
The bright empty trains rumbled on overhead.
Dear Father, who lived with many pains…Death had gentle compassion.
Over time, I will forget
his smooth, smooth
face of death.