Porkopolis

Driving Past 27 Pigs in the Middle of June With the Windows Open

• Pigs don't care for bacon.
• I flash by, an orange blur to
• Pig-poor eyes, staring
• Blearily, thoughts
• Of sows, and slop and mud
• Percolating behind them.
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• Unhurried pork on the hoof,
• Cloven (could Satan be a pig?) to
• Slog through mud and hay
• And yesterday's pork product.
• Finally settling with porcine permanence,
• Piggy heads hatching no plots.