Poems of compassion dedicated to the non-human animals who share this planet
with us and the people who fight for them.
“Again and again, I hear stories about the remarkable emotional
sensitivity of pigs... Those who live with pigs often speak of them as we
normally speak of dogs – intelligent, loyal, and above all, affectionate.
Each one is a complete individual, like no other pig.”
– (Jeffrey Moussaief
Masson, The Pig Who Sang To The Moon)
I am so much more
than your
bacon rasher,
your chipolata,
chorizo, sausage...
I am so much more
than a “banger”
for your “mash;”
your sizzling
“chop.”
I am so much more
than your
(not- so-tenderly)
“pulled”
pork.
I have
tender loins.
My belly
doesn’t like
being
cut.
My ribs
weren’t made
for smoking.
My back
wasn’t designed
for your teeth.
Nor my skin
for “crackling;”
my shoulders
for your “Spam”.
My suckling
wasn’t born
for you
to suck on!
My hams
were made
for walking.
My trotters
for getting around.
I AM
a miraculous pig,
(bright, sensitive, caring) -
not your
“hot dog”!
Why don’t you
“cure” me
in the right way?
I am so much more
than your
“experimental” subject,
your biomedical
“model.”
Tortured
behind dark,
laboratory glass.
Burned, stabbed,
slashed, shot at.
Torn limb from limb.
Suffocated
(intentionally
traumatized)
for your
man-made trauma
“training.”
You rip my heart out!
You cut me up!
You take my breath away!
When I squeal,
it's for real.
I am so much more...
It is not me
who is the
“porker.”
It is not me
who greedily
devours.
It is not me
“in shit”
(the “swine”
who cheats.)
It is not me,
a wild boar,
who has a problem
with violence;
who makes such a
“pig’s ear”
mess of things.
It is not me.
I am sweet;
it is you
who are sour.
I am so much more
than you
apparently
know.
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