From the Poems of Ak-Bar Kok

 

 

 
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"Horse Shit"


The sweet smell of shit.
Horse shit, cow shit, pig shit
But especially horse shit
Brings back pleasant memories
My grandfather, a black smith
Raised chickens and pigs
We lived in a small village
Across the river from the capital
Of a modern European country
We had no in-door plumbing
Or even running water
A wood burning stove for heat
My grandfather shoed horses
His hands so callused he had no feeling
He didn't dare pick me up as a baby
But had to hold me in a pillow.

Seeing her is like the smell of horse shit
Bringing back a flood of pleasant memories
Like when we first met and she
Was pregnant with another man's baby
She looked so innocent
And beautiful at nineteen
It's been ten years since
And she's pregnant with another man's baby
The love is gone
The look of innocence is gone
(The innocence was never there)
And the beauty is gone
There have been two children
And years of hell for me
During those in-between years

Looking at her is like the smell of horse shit
Bringing back a flood of memories
Sweet memories
Though I now know
Behind those pleasant memories
Likes nothing but a pile of shit.

 

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