being korou:

I stuff my mouth with rusting iron nails
to know what the horse must be feeling.
But I felt nothing.
Perhaps I should nail my tongue with them
then only I can taste it.
But then I wont be able to taste the rain.
So I left it at that.

I sucked the coldness out of those nails
and spit them out, one by one.
Aiming at every other passerby.
They nod at me and leave with a sigh
one said “ yes, this is
one of those things life is made of”

I swallowed the last one with a gulp of breath
If life be made of these,
I need some of it in me.

(c) Korou Kh 2009