United States, (b. 1943)
Meet the Amazing Half Man Half Pig
- Each day he walks the thirty yards
- back and forth between his house and barn.
- You can see him, if you stop along
- the road and lean casually against
- his fence. His overalls and ballcap
- show him up a farmer like every
- other farmer in the valley.
- But don’t go close. He is a shy
- one, easily spooked. He will not
- be known. Watch him. You will see,
- as he walks, the sudden lifting
- of his very human hand to wipe
- the round, flattened snout through which he
- breathes the same barnyard air that
- reaches you at the fence. You will see
- the same hand scratching at the sharp
- bristled ears grown high on his hoggy
- head. You will never see him pick
- and bite into a crisp, sweet apple.
- He will not be known because he
- does not know himself, as he crosses
- the worn path of his daily labor,
- which pole is home. He wonders,
- Is he the farmer or the farmed?
- It matters more than you, staring
- from the fence, can guess. You straddle
- nothing deeper than convictions.
- It troubles him, pouring milk
- and slops into the trough, thinking
- of ham and bacon, to see himself
- looking up into his eyes. Will he
- find his end as ignominious
- as the one his snorting porcine
- herd will find? Or will he be
- laid out in glory, a necktie
- bound about his weathered neck
- and makeup plastered on his face,
- the food chain broken, the body
- torn only in the empty grave?
- He knows himself as both and neither:
- half man, half pig, half god and beast.
- He longs, like you, to know himself:
- a pig risen into manhood
- or a man descending into pork,
- like some wild god risking
- everything to be his own creation.
Given Our Disposition
Matthew 8: 28-34
- Good Greeks, we aspire to order. Acts
- Like his joke plummeting healthy pigs down
- A cliff risk chaos. Our demoniacs
- Disturb the tombs; they never rouse the town.
- At most they spook the poor inhabiting
- The storm scoured caves in the rough terrain
- Above the springs where bathers ease small pains
- In calming, bubbling heat. Prohibiting
- Another violation of our rule
- Seemed wise. Prophets needn’t come in power,
- Wielding it to make a city cower.
- Gadera has room for chain-breaking ghouls,
- for noisy demons wise enough to fear his name.
- Jerusalem killed him. Our city bears no blame.
About the Poet:
John R. Leax, United States, (b. 1943), is a poet, essayist, and fiction writer. He was professor of English and poet-in-residence at Houghton College in Houghton, New York from 1968 until his retirement in 2009. His poems, articles, and fiction have been widely published in periodicals and anthologies.
His books include eight volumes of poetry: Remembering Jesus (2014), Recluse Freedom (2012), Reaching into Silence (1974), The Task of Adam (1985), Country Labors (1991), Tabloid News (2005), and Remembering Jesus: Sonnets and Songs (2014).
He has novel Nightwatch (1989) and four works of non-fiction including: In Season and Out (1985), Standing Ground (1991), Out Walking (2000) and Grace Is Where I Live (1993). [DES-05/22]
From the Porkopolis Archive:
- Half man half pig – “Meet the Amazing Half Man Half Pig” from John Leax Tabloid Poems (2005).