PIG

How are thee today 
In these revolting scraps for 
A pig, the sow, in thick 
Brown mud lay still 
Fly upon an eye 
Tail wiggly upon a lie ~ 
How are thee today 
In this yard scored by a scorched 
Sun, cells of thick mud dust 
As if lust does say that 
Ye shall spend these years 
In thee own rust ~ 
How are thee today  
Dear,  dear pig 
Waiting out these years 
Years of muddy fears 
In and out the muck 
The muck, the muck 
The mud muck 
A yard of muck 
Brown mud thick sit 
Still unto ye 
Finally fell 
Into thy own hell 
At which we will remember thee
In mud, 
A pig's life, 
Not just any pig 
A pig for all mankind to 
Spit upon
This being the sin
And the dust of the earth 
To mock as one would mock
To despise as one would an enemy 
To kill one's own blood 
Dear dear pig 
Ye have clearly been the one we loved and then 
Despised, left to die here 
In the mud, 
In the abandoned grass  
Surrounded by death, 
In this mud you loved so much 
Until the water run out 
And you lay dead in your own mud 
Without a soul nearby 
To hear you die 
Once upon an earth