Pig

Protein I now look at twice Like anyone does ‘The Nice’; An effective copying of my neighbor: Glad Ship that finally made it to its harbor. Creature facing the focused knives Of stern butchers and their wives keen on its weekly reduction: Spiritual weaklings to the seduction. More fluid snobs during its fire baptism, Its distancing from water, the magnetism. On railroads , the first victim of even slow coaches And often the remembered by he who poaches. We may only in dreams conjure up a pig That forgot to be big Or one freely and gaily Searching for the pearly… Rather rudely the snout-wielding-slit-eyed With the poorest body hygiene it doesn’t hide.