The Swine Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Swine



The Pig
The pig, also called swine is the most human of animals
those who have tasted human flesh say it is not different
in taste and texture, but can easily be overcooked.
The domestic white person colour pig gets little exercise
cooped up in a pen where they have to sleep in their own
excrement and fattened for slaughter.
One can regard this as an ultimate cruelty to an intelligent
the animal is robbing it of natural dignity.
The wild pig -boar- is quite another thing, a good runner
that is not easy to catch, lives and thrives in Europe`s forests
it is not scared and can attack and kill you if it so wanted, but
the boar think humans stink and prefer to run away when
smelling Christian blood and the odour of dark church recesses.

Saturday, March 4, 2017
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