these pigs have no neurosis

They brought them

from the hollar

to the barge

to the field ~

into the wallows

in prayer

skinny little pinkers

cropped by ivory gates

buzzed with hot wire

hooked on bug worm

whistling dixie

around scrummers

and **** pen

peckers squawk

down eden lane

(nipping at jean lint

and fraystring)

deep in the hollows

a mad crow

(with steady tap)

the snouts high

on grunters

and squealers

stomping past

the feather pack

folded fingers

on the gatekeeper

(an engineer by

trade they'd say)

pigtails and

slack line

down the dusty lane

a snap of the jawbone

and lawn chairs settle

(facing north)

the bold script

and chimes

uneasy

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