This is how the story goes:
The trigger was pulled.
The gun was pressed
against the guy's head and shot six time.
Then the guy was lying dead in the charcoal box.
He would never be
a football coach who chews chewing gums,
an existentialistic loafer, The boss from Stanford bridge,
a weather forcaster, a performance artist who performs by
breaking fifty eggs, an optimist at twilight,
a misfit who likes whisky.
He in the future, will never be one.
This is how the story goes.
Thaw Di Wei
Translated by Mg Day and Tin Kyaw Oo
(2003,December Han Thit Magazine)