Excerpt from “I’m OK, I’m Pig” by Kim Hyesoon (trans. Don Mee Choi), as well as an interview talking about the work:

“I live in a world full of death, I head towards death, what is spoken and I are erased simultaneously by silence, and with death-filled language I try to form images—isn’t this poetry?

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A horde of healthy pigs like young strong men get thrown into the pit. […]

They boil up like a crummy stew

Blood flows out of the grave

On a rainy night fishy-smelling pig ghosts flash flash

Busted intestine tunnel their way up from the grave and soar above the mound

A resurrection! Intestine is alive! Like a snake!

Bloom, Pig!