I heard what a pig said in his darkness

Posted on May 30, 2026 by Rex Tyler

In a craven cellar
A vile gestation crate
Farrowing disasters
Sadly are of late
Squalid spaces smelling
Of excrement and pee
And I will die an Angel
And shits will then eat me

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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