This pig felt such betrayal
born to live, not die
as a creation he’s a miracle
and of course he’s asking why
a pole is rammed through his body
can we imagine how
that hurts to have that done to us
really in the now
you cannot start to imagine
the agony and the fright
the terror the consternation
its numinous
the sight
of someone forcing such
an object blatantly down your throat
the blood you can feel it trickling
just from the words that I’ve
wrote
and it has made my hands shake
the cowardliness displayed
a hog roast or some barbecue
as your hope begins to fade
his eyes grotesque with dark despair
recounting his past lives
aware
let down in his hour of need
sharpen those knives
and let him bleed
again the human fails him
so vulgar actually
barbarism conquers them
slaves materially
a complete indifference from the start
unimpressed and loveless
the result a broken heart