THE FINISHING PIG, AND THE FARMER

The hog

Bred for its meat, awfully overfed

To the farmers disgust

He could not get over the wasted food

The wasted energy, for a trashy pig

Who will walk to the slaughter-house

To the farmer, the pig was useless

A chunk that ends up in the mouth

He never took time to keep the hog tidy

After all it was dirty, unpleasant sight

Even for the buyer,

Fed with chemicals, so the buyer will be pleased with the weight

It was a finishing pig, weight mattered only

Meaty, fatty, fit for the mouth

A delicacy ignored

In his disgust, he forgot to see the pink

Delicate skin

Mothering against odds

Digging through trash to feed

The overworked snout

The overly loyal follower and feeder

The little input, he put into their growth

The hog never needed the farmer

The finishing pig 

And the ungrateful farmer

THE END

TO MY SON

i chose you, even in the midst of uncertainty

i kept and watched over you, even when the night was cold and the day was dull

I chose you and i will continue to love you to my heart's bounty

The only human whose voice lulls

in whose eyes i see a heart's purity

i swim in it when i feel lost

even when the world of frost

i know i can count on your warmth

you gave me life and my point of girth

Because you chose to save me

from myself

and everyone else

The first of my progeny

GUILT

Guilt

Paralyzing 

Eerie

It makes us want to run, when no one is following

The sounds, loud. the ringing never ends

Sometimes quiet and gnawing the mind to insanity

A quiet judgy voice

Even the stare of strangers feels like a piercing mirror

Scaring to expose the darkest of secrets

To expose the guilt heart.

That never rests.

Guilty

Unresting

Unforgiving

A burden

Runny nerves

Unhinged

Volant

In need of redemption

The guilty heart never rests

It speaks incessantly

Perhaps to its redemption

sometimes to an eternal condemnation

Constant voices, 

Repetitive

It never ends

P.S When our actions scream at us.