I Saw The Devil Mongol Heleer -

I was counting my herd by the Khalkh River. The sky turned the color of curdled mare’s milk. He said nothing. But inside my skull, his voice crawled like a centipede: “Give me your youngest son’s shadow. Give me your wife’s dream. Give me the name your mother whispered to the Earth Mother when you were born.”

Listen. Not the wind that whines through the larch. Not the wolf that drags the newborn lamb. I saw the devil. i saw the devil mongol heleer

I saw the devil. Mongol heleer — bi chotgoryg harav. Let no one else look into that emptiness. Would you like a version partially written in actual Mongolian script or phonetic Mongolian (Cyrillic) alongside the English, or a translation of this piece into Mongolian? I was counting my herd by the Khalkh River

That was seven winters ago. Now when I close my eyes, I hear the creak of his saddle. Now when I drink airag , it tastes of iron and forgotten vows. My dogs growl at nothing. My eldest daughter woke up last week, and her eyes were his eyes — just for a breath. But inside my skull, his voice crawled like

(Mongol heleer — spirit of the telling)