Porkopolis

For the Hog Killing

• Let them stand still for the bullet, and stare the shooter in the
• eye,
• let them die while the sound of the shot is in the air, let them die
• as they fall,
• let the jugular blood spring hot to the knife, let its freshet be full,
• let this day begin again the change of hogs into people, not the
• other way around,
• for today we celebrate again our lives' wedding with the world,
• for by our hunger, by this provisioning, we renew the bond.