Jealousy Pierces His Father Anus Poem by David Aoloch Bion

People used to come and stay at Bol’s byre
One day Bol heaped his cowdung on hearth
Set it on fire
The dung burned whitest ashes
People come every day and on ash
Bol felt jealous and said to himself
‘’I don’t want anyone to sit on white
Precious ashes, I will use it to groom
My cattle in the evening’’
Bol brought a needle
Planted it upright in ashes
Where people used to sit
So it pierced the buttock or anus
Of anyone who will come
And sit there
And Bol left for forest to graze
His cattle
That day no one came to his byre
When he came back in evening
He forget the needle
And sat on the ash
The needle pierced his anus
Thus ‘’ jealousy pierced his
Father anus’’