Song That Breaks the World Record

. . I’s born en first day o unrest . . .
Huzza de students who fightim plisboi patos!
En gangrene smoke, youngins t’rew butane Colas,
chanted por ole cantanka Rhee to step down . . . he did!
Chased out en a perma holiday,
Hawaii him Elba . . .

Fizzy ale spillim street, Korea celebring . . .
No money fo balloon swine y ticka- tape parade
but Koreans hab unabashed national succotash . . .
Whole country batty drunk, carpe cerevisi,
aroused like itchy Veegra man . . .

All b’mine madder . . . Alore, drunk medics swished
out clinics to celebre, so she allim sheself . . . alone
en hospital yowlim frum labor . . . but expert she is,
bore ten chillins whom all die befo
reachim age one . . . (her heart a grave
o infants, me tragic mum)

. . . breat’ she pansori’s breath . . . lika fire
breatha accordian, dum spiro, spero . . . y

pop me out . . . (me yeller fadder
hid home, hidim from froth o birth’s labor
y labor o revolution) . . . I’se boomerang
out, slip shod onto blood tile floor . . .
a squalim bile newborn . . .

So heppy, she rasp song sotto voce
afta I’s born . . . see she voce so famous a fable
o myths, even now, samsy, ju can buy her CD
in de world muzak section . . .

Nopullimyuleg, she singsong longest song eva . . .
Sing rasping raus pain . . . mind de gap by way . . .
Hocking, coughing wit one beat
til husking one note . . . con ko bell,
she like a bayou wailer . . .

En stubble field etched by winta’s acid light,
she retch her notes . . . y specta’s wall o sound
chilled de tympanum o all de saram
who pause, listen, y cry, cry, y cry
for being a curs’d Korean . . .

Singing while carrying me bundle home,
til I’se a week old, befo she collapse to she death,
she hum her last notes:

A martyr spun nettle out of a silk shorn dress,
A lice- laced boot to my heart in
Angyang I rest . . .