[전주대 신문 제894호 14면, 발행일 : 2019년 11월 6일(수)]
By Bok Hyo-geun
The dry season began
And countless gnus stood on the bank
To cross the river toward a green meadow.
Hungry crocodiles in the river were waiting
For the gnus to jump into the water.
Then I saw on the screen
A few gnus, kicking the bank with hoofs,
Immerse themselves in the river not toward the other shore but crocodiles.
While the crocodiles eat their fill, ripping gnus
And turning the river into a bloodbath,
The gnus finish crossing the river.
They owe their lives to the death of others
So, like vegan monks, they don’t lie down to sleep
And they tear off rough grass with the tongue.
Some day when they cross the river again,
A few of them will walk toward crocodile’s muzzles
Instead of the other shore.
(Translated by J.C.S.)
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