Story of a Man – Park Kyu

Written by Nycgrl 

Chamber pots and pig stys

One man’s treasure is another’s piss pot

Turbulent rolls of water upending my yangban ways

All through the night & day

The rhythm of sea calls me to this speck of land

The southern isle where the sea and sky greets, the corner where exiles & foreigners meets

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A lonely man walks along a hill

Tall, thin spectral white with black hat still

Hands folded neatly behind him

Neither wind, nor pigs should ever ruffle or crease

Nary a hair or grease his pristine white dopo limb

The collective call of the sea sirens sing: come all, come all

To Tamna, an exiler’s home

A far-off Island

Lit up by the waning Jejudo moon

The Sang min of the isle who I have come to know & trust

One in particular I have dared come to admire

Even though the law of the land say a love between us must never, never transpire

But O bestill my heart

For she speaks!

Tears roll down my cheeks

But naught tears of joy, but pain

For have you heard my lady speak?!

That voice! That god awful voice!

A dying, screeching cat kind of a voice

What does a young man have as a choice?

But to cover her lips, quick as lightening

By sealing it with a kiss, that is a lil enlightening

Since it revealed a love so rare, that nothing else could ever compare

A longing that I’ve never known, that even time apart makes grown

That I will risk my very life & limb to protect her & her beloved home

The collective call of the sea sirens sing: come all, come all

To Tamna, a place I now call home

A far-off Island

Lit up by the bright Jejudo Sun

So rather than seek further glory in Han Yang

I chose instead to stay & fetch water in Sang bang

Now to my readers I bid you adieu, as with many shakespear’s endings I think this will end with an “I do”

I will love her the rest of my days in as many ways, even a million

As long as she never utters, the word that still makes me shudder

The two syllable word “Will–iam”

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So ends the happy tale of yangban Park Kyu

And unhappy will he be, if this noble only knew

that his rarefied name in fact rhymes with F__ Y__!

(so shhhh!)