United States, (b. 1949)
The Pigfoot Rebellion
- When the hair is carefully trimmed away
- You find in the pig’s forefoot a little hole
- Through which the legion of devils bow in and out.
- Say they enter on a summer morning,
- Leaving the marks of their tiny claws as six
- Small rings. Then, ‘please the pigs,’
- As the Saxons say, those trotters flash
- In as fiddle a jig as you who listen
- Candidly will hear from any warm
- Sly singer in the mud: “Oh the mud is good,
- There’s plenty of good to be found in slops,
- And the best of the good is a beast in shade.
- They’ll slit my ear and cast me out
- Unfit for human consumption. Bub,
- I’ll follow anyone home who feeds me, yes,
- And live to a hundred and five or ten.” Oh trim
- The hair from a pig’s forefoot; I’ll show you why
- A poke is best from the inside. And a sty.
The Pigfoot Rebellion. David R. Godine, Inc., Boston, 1982.
About the Poet
Charles O. Hartman, (b. 1949), is a US Professor of English, Poet in Residence and Co-Director of Creative Writing at Connecticut College. Hartman is also co-founder of the Contemporary American Poetry Archive, CAPA. [DES-6/03]