Fat and Happy

As I arrived at

my friends farm yesterday, I

thought I heard the sound

of bone being cut, pig bone

or maybe sheep or goat, but

 

the sound that I heard

was the grinder my friend held

in his hands as he

smoothed the rough edges of a

new trough for baby piglets

 

and they will eat like

kings and queens out of that trough

and they’ll grow fat and

happy, enjoying their lives

in their slice of paradise

 

until one day when

they’ll be the guest of honor

at a party where

we will eat like kings and queens

until we’re fat and happy.

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About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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