As you tip ketchup over
\nyour sausage
\nmadam
\nhave you begun to just think
\nthe flesh they were made of
\nbelonged to my mother
\nand now I’ve established that link
\nto know she is lost now forever
\nis tragic enough now for me
\nshe cried out in agony
\nso I’ve been told
\nwhen they slit her throat
\nso angrily<\/p>\n
so mother has passed on
\nshe’s now somewhere’s else
\non a plain far away
\nwhere her soul
\nplays in the sunlight
\ndrinks the fresh water
\nand now at least
\nknows where her role
\nis, in the shade of the olives
\nbasking in sunlight too soon
\nthen eating fresh greens
\nand is hopeful
\nto sleep underneath a white moon<\/p>\n
she licked us and loved us
\nshe cared every day
\nas mothers go she was the best
\nshe took over kicks MEAN’T really for us
\nshe rose, to every test
\nnow she is just bits of sausage
\nand bacon perhaps in your pan
\nif you knew my mother
\nthere’s clearly no other
\nsow to replace her
\na fan
\nsuch as I there will never be anyone who
\nloved her to the extent that I do
\nshe was so special
\nand us piglets knew
\nyour sausage is wasted on her
\njust to throw
\na switch and she died
\nshe just did go
\nnot one more thought
\ncame out of her she
\nwas gone and forever
\nshe upped and left me<\/p>\n
and now I just ponder
\nmy heart has been broken
\nnobody cares for me
\nI am soft spoken
\nI cry in the moon light
\nI die everyday
\na little bit more
\nI just cannot stay
\nalone in this portal
\nI cannot for I
\nmust go to my maker too
\nup in the sky<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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