The Mad Yak Poem by Gregory Corso

The Mad Yak

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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 OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 13 November 2015

Now I can't look a yak in the eye ever again

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Brian Jani 05 May 2014

Great poem greg

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Goldy Locks 23 March 2007

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

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Gregory Corso

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New York City, New York
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