the mountain barks loudly
the mountain follows me

the mountain gives birth to its young
the mountain licks a mountain
the mountain breast feeds its children
the mountain heartlessly abandons its children
the young mountains mate in broad daylight, the smell stinks
the mountains are driven about like a pack of dogs in a maze

the mountain looks at me with its wet eyes
it trembles as I strikes its nape
the mountain gets dragged along with its nape tied by a rope
the mountain is confined behind bars. It is beaten, kicked, and it dies

the mountain eats feces, eats corpses
the mountain, the mountain full of bedsores, tackles with fire blazing in its eyes
the mountain, the mountain loaded with white snow on its head, cries
the mountain without a single tree tilts its neck back toward the sky and cries bitterly
the mountain bites the mountain and they fight each other
the mountain, the huge mountain, goes round and round, biting its own tail

the mountains driven here and there are exterminated by imperialist troops
the surviving mountain, the mountain, the mountain runs away, jumping the mountain
it is still running away

The mountain, the mountain that wants to cast off the mountain, puts both hands together, spreads the clasped hands toward the far sky and puts them on its forehead, drags them down to its chest, looks at the far mountain once again, sticks its elbow to its side, and bends its right knee, puts both hands on the ground, bends even the left knee, puts both hands on the ground and pushes them hard far away, and prostrates its entire body on the ground. It cries. Repeating this action once every three steps, the mountain circles the mountain

*) Kora refers to a type of pilgrimage in Buddhist tradition, repeatedly prostrating oneself, making a walking circumambulation around a temple or a holy mountain.