poet Maarja Kangro

Maarja Kangro

The big

I heard it on the radio:
in ancient times, the pig strolled freely
around the house,
eating man's shit.
It grew fat, had a litter.
The man then killed the pig and ate it.
After dinner, he went to a bush
somewhere behind the house.
The pig´s offspring knew the smell,
went to the bush to eat.
And so on.

Then it turned out that history was a spiral.
Returning to the roots,
the pig took along
many finer tools
and more articulate attitudes.

Translated by the author and Mike Horwood

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 14, 2016

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