Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,576 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Loin-Pig - Poem by Mark Heathcote

The night has a world of heavens
Their discovery widens our sight.
During hedonistic days and nights
Those combine makers? Make hay.
Harvesting - umbrae silence peace
There each pod, each mirrored—
Black-acre holds out a billion…
Marrow-fat peas and here a loin-pig
Sits at the head of a banquet, table.
Pleased its sits, so high, no one!
Can hear an oinking! Or see…
Not even an inch, a whisker of tail.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013


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