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The Sacrificial Cow Mondar
M. M. A. NOVO I
was only four My
hand in yours We
walked downstairs To
join the kids’ fanfare. As
we ran here and there A
new excitement filled the air. I
saw the elders, solemn as ever Come
from the Eid prayer And
the Imam, man of Quran Blade
in hand, half insane. Tethered
to the tree Fighting
to be free Looking
at me With
sadness and fury The
humped white cow Let
out a low bellow… Its
legs tightly bound Fell
hard to the ground As
the Imam, prophet’s follower Cried
Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Blood
thick and bright red Poured
out and the cow lay dead Its
last valiant attempt To
cheat the decree of fate, Through
the bubbles as he bled Was
a sad whimper it made. You
and the other kids in glee Jumped
and danced in utter victory While
I stood ready to cry Looking
at the white cow’s eye You
screamed in hysteria In
an undiscovered euphoria You
felt like a man Like
you had just killed a dragon! You
thrilled over the feast Promised
by the death of the beast. You
sang in delight Holy
songs of holy Eid. I
looked at the white cow’s eye Watching
it slowly die. I
felt the pain as if it were I Who
lay on the grass left to die On
its cheek I saw a tear I
knew death was in the air. |
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