Gregory Corso

(26 March 1930 – 17 January 2001 / New York City, New York)

The Mad Yak - Poem by Gregory Corso

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!


Comments about The Mad Yak by Gregory Corso

  • Susan Williams (11/13/2015 9:02:00 PM)


    Now I can't look a yak in the eye ever again (Report) Reply

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  • Brian Jani (5/5/2014 4:41:00 AM)


    Great poem greg (Report) Reply

  • (3/23/2007 5:09:00 PM)


    They want to make buttons out of my bones. - GC..what a [sardonic] humor this guy had! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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