Wild Hog In The Cemetery Poem by Ed Skoog

Wild Hog In The Cemetery



Hill of stubble in moonlight, the hog
bristles across the lawn,
eats whole bouquets, eats bouquets whole,
plowing tusk through silk rose and fresh lily.
Our headstones surrender their salt.
Wilder animals would not perturb us.
Worse hogs will cross and sand
down names. This one, at least, grunts life.
He would eat hog, could he make one die.

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Ed Skoog

Ed Skoog

United States / Topeka, Kansas
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