Poem
Aung Khin Myint
A cow story
[The beginning]The cow swallowed
a broken condom she didn’t know was in the grass.
She got pregnant.
She gave birth to the three butchers.
[The first butcher]
Each time he slaughters a cow
on his vest pops up a blood stain,
the shape of his country’s map.
[The second butcher]
Each time he sees the first butcher in the blood-stained vest,
an irrepressible desire to smooch his brother seizes him.
[The third butcher]
He is always found caressing
a cow’s head on his chest.
[The abattoir]
The radio hanging on the wall plays;
‘‘Monsoon Gust’’ by Arr T.
[The cow’s last words]
Blood shall speak.
A blood drop equals a word.
A blood stream, a sentence.
Don’t be idiots!
[The end]
Has it occurred to you that a single swipe of
the butcher’s knife is not enough to decapitate a cow?
© Translation: 2016, ko ko thett
A cow Story
A cow Story
© 2017, Aung Khin Myint
From: Mykrowafe
Publisher: Eras, Yangon
From: Mykrowafe
Publisher: Eras, Yangon
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A cow story
[The beginning]The cow swallowed
a broken condom she didn’t know was in the grass.
She got pregnant.
She gave birth to the three butchers.
[The first butcher]
Each time he slaughters a cow
on his vest pops up a blood stain,
the shape of his country’s map.
[The second butcher]
Each time he sees the first butcher in the blood-stained vest,
an irrepressible desire to smooch his brother seizes him.
[The third butcher]
He is always found caressing
a cow’s head on his chest.
[The abattoir]
The radio hanging on the wall plays;
‘‘Monsoon Gust’’ by Arr T.
[The cow’s last words]
Blood shall speak.
A blood drop equals a word.
A blood stream, a sentence.
Don’t be idiots!
[The end]
Has it occurred to you that a single swipe of
the butcher’s knife is not enough to decapitate a cow?
© 2016, ko ko thett
From: Mykrowafe
From: Mykrowafe
A cow story
[The beginning]The cow swallowed
a broken condom she didn’t know was in the grass.
She got pregnant.
She gave birth to the three butchers.
[The first butcher]
Each time he slaughters a cow
on his vest pops up a blood stain,
the shape of his country’s map.
[The second butcher]
Each time he sees the first butcher in the blood-stained vest,
an irrepressible desire to smooch his brother seizes him.
[The third butcher]
He is always found caressing
a cow’s head on his chest.
[The abattoir]
The radio hanging on the wall plays;
‘‘Monsoon Gust’’ by Arr T.
[The cow’s last words]
Blood shall speak.
A blood drop equals a word.
A blood stream, a sentence.
Don’t be idiots!
[The end]
Has it occurred to you that a single swipe of
the butcher’s knife is not enough to decapitate a cow?
© 2016, ko ko thett
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