POET

Porcine Principle

  • Love and trust were carefully fostered,
  • and her security seemed lifelong, and it was.
  • I’m talking about hogs, this sow specifically,
  • one of the cleverer of the cleverest mammals.
  • Well fed and watered, patted, never struck,
  • but none of this was for free.
  • All part of the bargain, a fair one at that.
  • Payment became due.
  • Hind legs trussed and hoisted heavenward,
  • an upside down ascension.
  • A revelation of disillusionment occurred,
  • if it occurred at all,
  • when the blade gleamed sharp against her belly.
  • If sorrow stung then
  • it lasted for only the length of a squeal.
  • Hold on to fantasies,
  • the longer they’re held, the shorter the grief.
  • But not to worry, I’m only talking about hogs.
© Richard Fein
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