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Dave Bonta
the last pig
hanging from the house
moon on the marsh
we prevail against the profit fist
a fine pig served with fine fat
how?
disturbed
about the letter I am forced to write
It is a pig heart I dine with,
sometimes in hell and others
at Mother Rum’s.
Go home and be pretty again,
my left hand.
however I sign and swear
word by word what have I not altered
from one private doubt I descend
to a private land
and buy a pig like a physician
feeling her pulse
Coyote makes a diary of sadness
in the mountains, deserts
and plains where he lives.
alone, and he sings from it.
At night,
even where Pig can hear,
it moves
in and across Pig/s eyes
and in pig/ears, near
where his brain
ticks: what they will do is make
meat of me
bacon and chops
a-roast-pig, and whatever else is
tasteful (Coyote
sings from it.
Birds fly south across the barnyard:
an omen. pig thinks & wishes
he had a shotgun. Birds
flying in all directions
and everywhere. Ugh, says Pig--
so many ladders, black cats, strange smells, there
are omens and dreams . black wings and tusks
O when
and will the birds come down.
they will
from everywhere. and do
build a nest in the dead pig/s nostrils.
Bright ringed and beautiful
coral . dry
and death rattle in a pig/sty
and in the belly of a pig,
dead. Yet
you are beautiful . ringed
turn of the wrist
whole arm in the belly of a pig.
And snake does walk out, turns
winter to spring
in a pig/s
eye fixed upon nothing.
The power that snake has
that pig should love him.
Remember this Goat to the Pig,
for far away glances and everything
gathered together & eaten.
Everything Goat has eaten
Pig has considered, as
has the whole barnyard:
as chicken
longs to put beak
to the neck of the farmer.
Goat spent hours alone
digesting
while Pig was thinking
of hen's eyes beyond
the henhouse
beyond these fences.
Will