I know, I know, it’s been a long while since I posted a hog poem and I apologize for that. But here’s something, inspired by Manhattan Infidel.
“Master thyself, then others shall thee beare”
     Pull down thy
Thou art a beaten hog beneath the hail,
A swollen magpie in a fitful sun,
Half black half white
Nor knowst’ou wing from tail
Pull down thy vanity
     How mean thy hates
Fostered in falsity,
     Pull down thy
Rathe to destroy, niggard in charity,
Pull down thy vanity,
     I say pull down the trigger,
And slay the hog.

With no apologies to Mr. Pound.