The
Mad Yak
I am watching them churn the last milk
they'll ever get from me.
They are waiting for me to die;
They want to make buttons out of my bones.
Where are my sisters and brothers?
That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he
has a new cap.
And that idiot student of his--
I never saw that muffler before.
Poor uncle, he lets them load him.
How sad he is, how tired!
I wonder what they'll do with his bones?
And that beautiful tail!
How many shoelaces will they make of that!
I think many poets are concerned about animal welfare, and from that point of view it might seem obvious why I'd wish to have written this. But look again — there is actually no suggestion that the mad yak and his relatives are ill-treated. What is described is normal domestic use of these animals, and the title implies that the yak is insane for questioning the norm. I'm not even absolutely certain that Corso really has an issue with it.
What he does is to anthropomorphise the yak very convincingly, so that I, as the reader,
believe these are its real thoughts. It's a wonderful example of that advice always given to writers: 'show, don't tell'. The poem does not mention or describe any emotion, yet we know exactly what its narrator the yak is feeling at any point. (Which makes me think Corso probably does have reservations about the way human beings utilise domestic animals.) I'd like to have such masterly ability to influence my readers! In fact I'd like to be able to write a political poem that was something more than a rant. I find that so difficult that I've pretty much given up trying to write them.
Speaking of political poems, one might also choose to see the exploitation of the yak as a metaphor for the exploitation of people by the State and/or industry. I'm not at all sure Corso didn't intend that too.
Corso was the youngest of the 'beat poets' which also included Ginsberg, Kerouac, et al. I found the Wikipedia article at the link on his name (above) enthralling, and much more informative than I have room for here.
You will find more of his poems at
Poem Hunter and numerous books at
his Amazon page.
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Like me, RJ Clarken is participating in this year's April Poem A Day Challenge at Poetic Asides (which is part of Writer's Digest). I fell in love with this recent piece, written for the Challenge, and couldn't wait to share it with you. It appeals to both my sense of humour and my love of the magickal. (And oh yes, I do believe Pixels are real!)
I belong to several haiku and tanka groups on facebook,
in one of which, Five Line Poems, I
encountered this poet. There are many good poets in that group, but this man's
work consistently delights me. So much so that I didn't pick out one special
poem; I wish I'd written most of those I've seen, so I just went to the group
and grabbed the most recent four. (I thought I should give you more than
one, as tanka are so short.)
My online friend Ben is an Aussie poet whom I first encountered — like so many others — on MySpace, back in the day. It seems to me that his poetry just keeps getting better and better. 
