Pritchard, David

POEM 1

1. The Black Pig
2. I await your arrival
3.  
4. The first rustlings
5. distortions in the scrub
6. So that I may satisfy my in bread
7. desire to leap and take you by the tusks
8. Ride, Ride your hairy mass
9. Gallop into that new era of time
10. Prophesised so soon by those neo-spectacled ones
11. It is a sure thing
12.  
13. You will carry me loyally
14. And for that duration I shall obey
15. But once we have crossed the last river
16.  
17. Last sensation of mingling blood
18. They will leave me with no other option
19. But to thrust my blade into your swollen neck
20. I’ll live off your meat and bones
21. And cunningly whistle prayers and mantras
22.  
23. Deep down in some new dungeon Did you deserve to pass?

From the Porkopolis Archive:

• Compare to the poem The Valley of the Black Pig by William Butler (W.B.) Yeats