Friday, February 7, 2020

Pig Poem



THE PIG YOU JUST ATE


Think of me tonight
(Was it really worth it?)
Think of me tonight...
For that, I gave my life.

Was it for the good of all?
 Or was it just a waste
to be carved by the butcher's knife?

Think of me tonight...
For that which you savor.
Did it give you something real?
Or could you taste the pain
of my death in its flavor?

Think of me tonight...
For the time I was here.
Did you know how short it was?
Or that the days were filled with torture, anguish, and fear?

Think of me tonight...
 For that which has been said.
Was your dinner worth its price?
Or was your craving to have meat really worth my death?


Juan Annicchiarico. Step 9