Friday, February 15, 2013

Souvankham Thammavongsa


I was sitting in the car counting the black flies

They had come in through the open window

There were four

One was on the rearview mirror

The other three were perched on my left hand

I heard a gunshot by the barn and thought nothing of it

We were at a farm

I saw a cow come charging forward with half its head gone

A man with an axe came running behind it

He hit it once

Once he hit it

And it fell to the ground

Everything was eaten

Its eye appeared in a soup that night

Everything was accounted for

Souvankham Thammavongsa won the 2004 ReLit prize for her first poetry book, Small Arguments. Her new book will be released in September 2013.

1 comment:

  1. Your flies like a foreshadowing in a movie. Your cow half shot completes the film so perfectly.
    I was a child In Italy in 1961 and saw a pig roped on a tree and pretty much meet the same ending. Everything was accounted for as you say in so factual a counterpoint. You've given me a moment I had forgotten back and to realize how it shaped me not to be afraid of life. Bravo