I was eight when my friend
Jinsu moved to the big city.
I haven't heard of him since.

Schoolboys used to make fun of him
Yelling,"Doo-Abby-Zahsic!"
Son of two fathers.

Once his father left home
For a funeral service in the neighboring town.
He always stayed overnight
When he went to a funeral.

But that night he returned
And ran into his wife's room with an ax.
Neighbors saw his wife screaming,
Running with a man
Through the back door naked.

After that, quiet. Nobody knew
What was going on Jinsu's house. He didn't
Show up for school. Villagers whispered about
Their divorce, but elders insisted
This was not allowed in the village and bemoaned,
"Morality is down terribly after the war."

A few days later, we saw them packing,
And Jinsu came to me, announced proudly
"We're moving to the big city."