THE VEGETARIAN
A youngster then, my uncle on his farm raised beef-cattle.
And one afternoon, readying for market,
we separated all the calves from cows
-- the calves finding themselves alone
began to cry for their mothers--
the cows answering, a plaintive animal wailing
amid the sweet smell of honeysuckle and clover--
I listened and I swore:
I will never be party to this kind of crime again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem