Man sweeping dust out the corner
And while I watched him through the window
The trees were shaking from hard blows
Using his tongue for balance
He was a child in Seoul
Pissing from the balcony
Fourteenth floor
Four years old
Sleeps with a nightlight in the corner
And while he slept he pulled his dogs close
But his poor dogs they died
Mauled to death in the corner
Now he cooks for himself
The food his mother used to cook for him
Now he cooks for himself