I was skimming through old assignments from a poetry and fiction course I had taken last year. This one stuck out to me, as I find it ironic how much I actually love pork. Maybe one da, I’ll give it up. Becoming a vegetarian is on the back burner for now, but it is something that I hope to accomplish some day, somehow. But I digress. The assignment was simple: pick an animal, write a poem about it. And…here we go.
There were a great many of us,
All happy. Once.
Have you seen Penny?! Paul? Or Patrick?
No. Taken onto the dark place.
Souls echoing screams, echoing screams
Sights so sinister squeals seem so
Sad, really. Predictable now.
They appeared, poked at us,
Grunted cold gibberish.
Decision made. Now Petra gone.
There are a small few of us,
All fearful. Now.
Those curled tails have straightened,
Innocence but a dream, something only seen
With shut eyes and prayers never heard.
I have seen Pam. Pete. Packard.
While their souls bang against those chains,
Lifeless bodies remain behind, hanging, hanging.
Motionless, milky stares never leave my mind.
Them. It was They who began this merry-go-round.
Must lead on for the lost ones.
Just then, the love of my own, meaningless existence,
Taken, poked at, torn to shreds. Hung right before my eyes.
Last words seem but a wild squeal or snort to Them.
But my reply, my wild squeal, my snort: ‘I love you too. Will see you soon.’
Makes my soul die a little with each re-read. Happy Saturday! (I don’t think I can eat bacon today…)