Pig Preserved

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.