As you tip ketchup over
your sausage
madam
have you begun to just think
the flesh they were made of
belonged to my mother
and now I’ve established that link
to know she is lost now forever
is tragic enough now for me
she cried out in agony
so I’ve been told
when they slit her throat
so angrily
so mother has passed on
she’s now somewhere’s else
on a plain far away
where her soul
plays in the sunlight
drinks the fresh water
and now at least
knows where her role
is, in the shade of the olives
basking in sunlight too soon
then eating fresh greens
and is hopeful
to sleep underneath a white moon
she licked us and loved us
she cared every day
as mothers go she was the best
she took over kicks MEAN’T really for us
she rose, to every test
now she is just bits of sausage
and bacon perhaps in your pan
if you knew my mother
there’s clearly no other
sow to replace her
a fan
such as I there will never be anyone who
loved her to the extent that I do
she was so special
and us piglets knew
your sausage is wasted on her
just to throw
a switch and she died
she just did go
not one more thought
came out of her she
was gone and forever
she upped and left me
and now I just ponder
my heart has been broken
nobody cares for me
I am soft spoken
I cry in the moon light
I die everyday
a little bit more
I just cannot stay
alone in this portal
I cannot for I
must go to my maker too
up in the sky