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The hog, fattening, is
our common weather.
I found a home after
giving my wife
a child, a child.
And after supper, my ink
is a mother to greed.
Poèmes sur le thème : hog
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Accounting
the treasurer’s accounts—
hogs make a cellar
out of the yard
Captive audience
reading to the hogs
as I have done
my books come to taste
of liberty
Hog Roast
whole hog
only half roasted
we ate it anyway
tearing off thin strips
the pink muscle
tissue dripped
fluids down
our chins
we savored the char
the crunchy skin
a young man
had just graduated
he imagined the future
as one does at 21
an open road
stretching before him