Pig Preserved
Updated: Mar 12, 2020
To the market
kilos of carcass.
To the state
A factory of shit.
In life, an invisible,
moon~turned tide
of star-dark blood.
In his veins of love
a heart~tug of meat.
Death, a camera click
a flash bulb of shock.
The blood stopped,
his ghost is freed,
a porcine celebrity;
empty-eternal smile,
Dead glamour's style
that feeds ceremony.
Weathered breath,
Her eye grows
Her first bloom:
A frozen rose:
death.