Sad Dog. Happy Pig. - Poem by A.j. Binash
When God speaks to us,
The earth trembles. In the wind runs the noise,
Of a pack of stray dogs....scavenging through a dumpster.
In the silence
We remember the tale,
Of the Puppy who was nursed by Mother Pig.
There among her four sons.
Muzzles competing for the same tit.
'That's so nice of her to share.'
Thought the Puppy.
Mother Pig couldn't provide milk.
Her four sons
Separated the puppies intestines,
As if it were four servings of spaghetti.
After the feast
Mother pig left the carcass in the barn.
So all the other animals understood
What would happen if her sons were hungry.
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