Ungainly quadruped, survivor of a fivefold bellyache that exploded the ideals and reals of thy noble kinspigs, the world offers its temporary standpoint to thy lonely feet.
Unfortunately, a pig looks to be the most appropriate animal in all the world to be made into a sausage. And there is about the pig an impalpable suggestion that it will or ought to be eaten by… Well, just about every carnivorous predator on earth, actually.
the Porcine Oracle
Leaflard pig with lavish loins. Pink pig-loaf of Spam. Bacon bloom of meat candy. Like us all in the winds of eternity, you are more light as a leaf than important as lard. Tread softly this dangerous earth. For thy life is the heirloom of all the swine that once wallowed in these muse-haunted environs.
And when the time comes that thou must wobble into oblivion, and shouldst thou come to be a pig in another world, tell thy comrades that antimony sulphide is not an infallible remedy for hog cholera or swine plague, and to put all their hopes in metempsychosis, eternal change and the great mystery.