Porkopolis

Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs

• It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,
• Tugging at banks, until they seemed
• Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,
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• That the air was heavy with the breath of these swine,
• The breath of turgid summer, and
• Heavy with thunder's rattapallax,
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• That the man who erected this cabin, planted
• This field, and tended it awhile,
• Knew not the quirks of imagery,
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• That the hours of his indolent, arid days,
• Grotesque with this nosing in banks,
• This somnolence and rattapallax,
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• Seemed to suckle themselves on his arid being,
• As the swine-like rivers suckled themselves
• While they went seaward to the sea-mouths.