A pig, skin rippled into frigid furrows,
on the tail lift of a van outside the butchers
the driver, a dispassionate pallbearer,
hefted it onto his shoulder
and the pigs eyes caught mine
clouded with the question
of a fate it had not anticipated.
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 6:03 AM UTC
A pig, skin rippled into frigid furrows,
on the tail lift of a van outside the butchers
the driver, a dispassionate pallbearer,
hefted it onto his shoulder
and the pigs eyes caught mine
clouded with the question
of a fate it had not anticipated.
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