(The dead bird, oil, by Ryder, Albert Pinkham C1879)
無人關心，du du ah好伊（他）替伊（她）做這項代誌
He just looked like guilty
Ugly, dirty, wore in rags
He was found with her body in the woods
Neighbors said he often played dead squirrel, wounded dogs
And dead snake
He said these were the only things he can be closed
"Look at me!"the old man spoke in a calm and simple tone
"I myself is a dead thing,
It’s difficult to bring about shame of the death
The dog died on the road, birds and ants peck its eyes,
Even an indecent dead rat has the privacy
I cleaned the dirt on her face, bloodstain on the body
I helped her comb, slept by her side
Slept at her feet two days, same as my dog
I helped her put on the clothes I could find the best
She looks awful, like the rubbish thrown in the haystack "
No body cares about it, but just that he did these things for her
"I then thought, how long she should be in this way?
I know the police will come to take pictures
The nude photos of her will be on the newspapers
People stare at her at breakfast
I just let her soul have enough time to settle down"