Sri Lanka/Britain, (b. 1954)
Pigs
- They brought a live pig
- for an Independence Day feast.
- I was too young to be
- in on the brainstorm
- that imported this idea
- into our unorthodox home.
- The slaughterer was professional
- but the squeals of the animal
- lasted all day. Our household
- of helpers and helped
- expressed doubts: “the blade
- is blunt …”
- ” … pig has no throat.”
- Our back yard had never seen
- anything quite like it.
- The grey flesh
- like a map of Europe
- was brushed with a burning torch.
- At dinner the pig’s head
- with an apple in its mouth
- grinned from a silver tray.
- * * *
- In London the pigs came
- on metal hooks, ready-
- gutted, from an abattoir.
- My job was to carry
- a hundred-dead-weight
- into a metropolitan store.
- I quickly learned the art:
- chucking English carcases
- off my back.
About the Poet:
Romesh Gunesekera, Sri Lanka/Britain, (b. 1954), is a poet and writer. He has published six novels, the most recent two being The Prisoner of Paradise (2012.) and Noontide Toll (2014). Gunesekera is an elected Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, and has also received a National Honour in Sri Lanka.
He has judged a number of literary prizes and was Chair of the judges of Commonwealth Short Story Prize competition for 2015.He has been a Guest Director at the Cheltenham Festival, an Associate Tutor at Goldsmiths College and on the Board of the Arvon Foundation. For four years, until 2013, he was on the Council of the Royal Society of Literature. [DES-01/22]
Additional information:
- Romesh Gunesekera – https://www.romeshg.com/